I've missed a few days so I'll rewind time to Tuesday night and the end of the last entry.
With my new mattress installed I was looking forward to hitting the sack but writing the blog and eating late ment I was getting under the covers at about 23:00 and I was still too awake to fall straight to sleep despite my tired limbs. God knows when I drifted off but it was past midnight. Needless to say that when the alarm went off at 05:30 I was not in the mood to get out from under my warm fluffy duvet. When I finally did lure myself out of bed I was running low on time before I had to go to work. I slipped on my battered trainers and decided to go for a quick run around Yaxley. 19 odd minutes later I was back with enough time in hand to wash and brush up before work. Phew.
What I'd forgotten when I started this new regime was that my next blood donation appointment was coming up and with my mini run out of the way I needed to suck down some fluids before the vampires took hold at lunch time. So great was my need to get out of the house that I had forgotten the blood donation form and had to go cap in hand to the nurse and ask for a new one. Fortunately my work mate who I was donating with had made the same error only with less excuse so I didn't feel too bad. The usual procedure was followed and eventually a large needle was jabbed into my arm. Blood rushed out of my system and filled the plastic bag beneath me. I was kept amused by the antics of what I believe to be a doctor who'd been dragged out of the hospital to help with the occasion. As he pottered about smiling in a bemused sort of way nurses would keep coming up to him with bits of paper work and point to missing entries or incomplete statements. This is largely how I could tell he was most likely a doctor. I was quite lucky and filled my pint of redness and before long was sitting with a cup of tea and a packet of bourbons unlike my workmate who seemed to be having trouble getting the stuff out of himself. I told him that he was always a miserable bleeder and he replied "they take enough from me at work. I don't want to lose too much. as a naturally happy bleeder I went back to the office and soon started to feel the after effects of tiredness and poor concentration. Or maybe that was just the effect of DZ report day. Anyway I wasn't feeling top notch so I decided to knock it on the head for the day stock up on food on the way home and fill myself with complex carbohydrates.
Thursday morning arrived and I was still feeling tired from the day before. No running was going to happen that morning although I was determined to ride to work. Almost 40 minutes late I set off loaded down with my new towel, a nice light weight travel one, and my lunch which I'd pre prepared the night before (Chicken rice and eggs with some red pepper mixed in.). But in my haste I forgot both my bike locks, fortunately I kept the weaker D-lock at work, and to set my stop watch going. No accurate timing for the morning trip. Doh! When I got it going I recorded a time of about 54 minutes and I think that I missed only the first 5 minutes or so but if so it was a rather slow time of 59 for my first recorded outing. Oh well we can but improve. The return journey was hampered by a nasty headwind and I was quite knackered when I arrived at the gym for my swim session. As I started to get into the pool's lap side I realised there was two slow Muppet swimmers splashing up and down. Great I'd be tripping over them every single lap. I then spotted that the "general" swimming area was almost completely free apart from one woman swimming laps. I could do a few over there and once wingus and dingus got out I could shift over. No problem. 10 laps later some kids arrived and started having fun. Darn them. but W & D had disappeared so I got to finish my remaining 20 in the normal manner. It didn't feel too bad today and I felt I could do more but I didn't want to over do it as I had to make it home. I decided to go the direct route home through Orton Goldhay and Hampton. Managed to escape with only one chav child trying to shout "Oi are you a racer or something with that stuff on your bike" I was gone before he could actually engage his brain and shook my head slightly. Probably only ten years old and still no decernable signs of intelligence. Right running and the gym tomorrow or its a punishment run at the weekend.
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