A Day of Exercise

I had a lie-in, but John was up and out of the door early on this morning, hot-footing it over to Solihull Hospital for his Pulmonary Rehabilitation Class. Bless him, he brought me a cup of tea before he went.

I finally winkled myself out of bed and took myself over to the yoga class, which was very full this morning. Lots of people like me swapping in because of commitments at the time of their regular class. I wore my mask, just in case…..

It was a good class and I enjoyed it. But I am beginning to feel my age. Not only have I got a dodgy shoulder but I’ve got a couple of dodgy hips, too. And funnily enough, it’s the sitting down that gives me jip for one of them! Ah, well, what can you expect? I persevered for most of it, even managing the plank, which doesn’t really need your hips to work!

John came home and collapsed through the front door, having worked very hard at his class, too. Apparently, after he’d done two of the leg exercises, he couldn’t quite fully manage the third. His legs, as they were last week, were like jelly. “Don’t they supervise you and ask you how you’re getting on?” I wondered. Well, of course they supervise them! John has his own personal therapist. But she clearly doesn’t stop him before the point of no return…..

Anyway, John had a good long sit down this afternoon, while I had a little go round at a tidy-up. We’re still digging out from the weekend…… so the vacuum cleaner came out, the toys went back up stairs, the chairs went back in the dining room, and the coffee table was liberated from behind the sofa. We’re nearly there.

As the afternoon wore on, I committed myself to an open water swim this evening. I had been thinking about it since I was given one of those warm robes, that you see tri-athletes wearing, for my birthday. I booked in and I got my kit ready.

And we were just about to set off when the owner of Dosthill Quarry phoned. “Are you planning on swimming this evening?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, “we are just about to leave the house.” It transpired that in the last day or two there had been some cancellations and he didn’t want to keep the quarry open if hardly anyone was going to turn up.

Well, there were five of us. I have to admit I was nervous. I wasn’t sure how I was going to cope with the cold water. But John came with me for moral support and made lots of appropriate noises and comments to encourage me in. The ladies who were there were also very supportive and so I made the plunge into the 10.5° water.

I didn’t do the whole circuit though. Too nervous for that, so just swam round and round in ever decreasing circles near the steps. That is, until John shouted more encouragement and suggested I go round the buoy nearby. I did a few more ‘laps’ and then got out. Last in, first out, but I was pleased with myself nonetheless.

Here we are – ‘The Bluetits’ – post-swim:

John and I stopped off for a fish and chip supper on the way home – and our day was complete. Go us!! Exercising all day long……

Take care everyone. God bless.