Photo above just to show the level of improvement in Steve's flexibility in general
OOOOOH it Saturday, Yes its Saturday
Even in the present unreal state of the world, there are a
few things to look forward to at a time when I find that every day feels pretty
much like the next. We all have the odd time when we this it is one day and it is
not. Lately I have felt that every day is Sunday and part of that is because
Steve is home and does not go to work. Another reason is due to our eating
habits.
Keeping our weight down has always been difficult for the
both of us because we are foodies and well as athletes. We enjoy our food but
it has to be nicely cooked and carefully prepared and as far as possible it has
to be fresh. That is the part that is most difficult right now, getting fresh
food, chicken, fish, salad and vegetables. One of the facts of life that I find
amazing is that some people are not interested in food, it just seems to be
fuel to them and there is no actual love attached to the shopping.
The shot here that is me folded strangely into a neat pile that I would not have been able to reach a couple of months ago it also shows why it is not strange that Steve calls me Brian first thing in the morning.... Brian May that is.... its the hair you know!
I have talked about the way we eat ordinarily before. We
love our sporting way of life and because of that we are true to a plan that
works for us. So that is why I didn’t realise it was Saturday today until we
had completed the Tai Chi set with David Dorian Ross which was one of the first
that we found on You Tube, that we liked because he does the moves very slowly
and peacefully and was easy to follow in the first few weeks of our adventure
into TV classes. Then we had joined another Qigong class before sitting on our
turbo trainers for a session. It was then that Steve got out bagels and a tray
with cheese, ham and smoked salmon that I knew it must be Saturday and he ordered
me to get the butter softened and plates ready.
You see, we don’t eat breakfast on any weekdays at all its
Monday to Friday strictly healthy; so it had to be a Saturday. We have two days
a week when we allow ourselves something less healthy than on weekdays, when
the only meal we eat is dinner, although we don’t eat that at a socially
accepted time either, it is more like an old fashioned English tea time. My old
dad’s dinner was on the table at 5.15 pm after he had cycled home from work and
that is more or less when we have our evening meal too.
It has been an unusually sociable day today since whilst we
were eating an our bagels two friendly faces appeared at the end of our tiny
front lawn. I should also explain that
we eat our meals or drink a coffee seated at a table right at the front bay
window. Our front lawn weeny as it is slopes down to a flint wall. The road
itself is about eight feet below our house.
Clive and Nicole were taking a walk with their little rescue
dog Rosie, who is a cute little thing, a Heinz of some sort, yet pretty as a
picture. We know Rosie’s mum and Dad because they like us are triathletes and
we have not seen them since the pool shut down. We all do our swim training at
the same time and so as a rule would see them three or four times a week. So it
was lovely to have a good chat with them even though the entire neighbourhood
could listen in, they would soon tire of triathlon talk anyway. They agreed
with us, that much as race organisers are trying to postpone, rather than
cancel events for the same date next year, that we all fear that 2020 will be a
triathlon free zone to the last knockings. That is a long time to keep the
motivation going with out an event to look forward to.
Yesterday I had an email from our friend Anthony who as well
as being a swim/triathlon/theatre/ dinner/holiday pal is also a member of the
Worthing Musical Theatre Company. He expressed similar fears about the WTCT
group who had postponed their spring production of Our House, replacing the
show scheduled for September and so moving the entire show plan forward six
months. We all think that it will be a long time until sensible people will
want to go our again particularly if it means sitting shoulder to shoulder with
an absolute stranger who may cough germs over you for the entire evening. I
think we will all be changing our habits it some ways. We do not get out of
this without scars.
We had just about cleared away the breakfast things, though
it was more like brunch since it was past noon, when two more faces appeared at
the flint wall. This time, yet another triathlon/swim/poetry/ physio friend,
who had been for a cycle with her friend, who was introduced to us as Jason.
Poor bloke had been dragged along by Elaine and I bet he didn’t know how far
she would take him for (a little ride) on their bikes. He seemed like a jolly
sort too and we have a great time kidding each other about this and that. Of
course Jason did not escape without the promise that he would join us for a
swim as soon as the pool was open again. That could be a very time to if
anybody is asking me.
Think about the gym…. How few people wipe a machine down
before when they move on to the next training station? We are all going to be
so completely phobic about so many things for a long while yet. Trust about
other people’s hygiene will have flown right out of the window.
A cheery note to end with is that I am a big fan of Gyles
Brandreth and his promotion to us all that we should learn some poetry by heart
if for no other reason that that it keeps us from slipping into senility. I saw
him the other day on TV and he recited this shorty written by Harry Graham;
Late last night I slew my wife
Upon the parquet flooring
I was loath to take her life
Yet had to stop her snoring!
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