I had my session in the Torture room again.
I had skipped Friday so they were more than surprised to see me. The general assumption was that I was dead which I imagine is a common occurrence there. They had even gotten as far as looking up the death notices to see if I was listed.
The reason I missed Friday was simple enough.
Every session we are nagged about exercise. We are supposed to be hiking up and down mountains or swimming across the Irish Sea each day. We are asked fist thing if we have done our exercises. We all solemnly not and say yes, of course we have done them. Needless to say I haven’t. I have better things to be doing with my time.
Anyhows, last Thursday I decided that maybe I should try some honesty [not always the best policy] and go for a brisk walk. Off we went with Penny happily trotting beside me. Unfortunately I had chosen a walk that involved quite a hill climb so the sweat was soon pouring off me and Penny was lagging a couple of hundred yard behind me. We eventually got back to the car and went home.
I was fucked!
I sat while the room slowly revolved around me. Eventually my eyesight returned to near normal and the heart stopped palpitating. Herself even put the phone down, as she had been sitting waiting to dial 999.
The following morning I just couldn’t take any more so I stayed in bed. Exercise is grossly overestimated and frankly I don’t know why they are so keen on it. In my book, it’s bad for the heart.
So back to normal today. I did toy with the idea of quitting altogether but fuckit, next week is the last week.
We were told today that the dietician is still out with food poisoning or something so no early start or lectures on Wednesday.
Another lie in!