Ní ligfidh me síos thú
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Five things make a post, as the ancient wisdom goes:
The physiotherapist says no running for me, not for a while. She pointed out I have puffiness and inflammation. I can do other things, but nothing high-impact.
I may have overcompensated on the cycling machine in the gym. 15km in 43:15, at moderate levels of resistance. I also lucked out and found two people willing to share the weights cage for benchpress, so I got to talk to nice people in between sets. 6x60kg, 5x65kg, 5x67.5kg, 4x70kg, and 8x60kg to finish. Basically an easy session, just cardio and benchpress.
The college counseling service had room for me to see the bloke I remember being helpful before next week, so I'm going to hit that up on Monday.
I slept before 0300 last night and made it out of bed before 0930, which is a milestone. I just have to keep that up every day for the rest of the year.
Today really feels like autumn. It's 1930 with twilight gloaming in under high and misty cloud, where the morning came in bright, and the air has a touch of damp and chill. I used to like autumn. Not so much anymore: autumn is too much a season of endings.
The physiotherapist says no running for me, not for a while. She pointed out I have puffiness and inflammation. I can do other things, but nothing high-impact.
I may have overcompensated on the cycling machine in the gym. 15km in 43:15, at moderate levels of resistance. I also lucked out and found two people willing to share the weights cage for benchpress, so I got to talk to nice people in between sets. 6x60kg, 5x65kg, 5x67.5kg, 4x70kg, and 8x60kg to finish. Basically an easy session, just cardio and benchpress.
The college counseling service had room for me to see the bloke I remember being helpful before next week, so I'm going to hit that up on Monday.
I slept before 0300 last night and made it out of bed before 0930, which is a milestone. I just have to keep that up every day for the rest of the year.
Today really feels like autumn. It's 1930 with twilight gloaming in under high and misty cloud, where the morning came in bright, and the air has a touch of damp and chill. I used to like autumn. Not so much anymore: autumn is too much a season of endings.