Okay, that's misleading. I did a 180 in the sense my bank is at 180, the grand total of extra minutes I have done beyond the mandated daily 40, not any form of driving display.
Hooray! Of course it massively helped having both medication and eye candy to watch, such as TV on a stick via myBeloved, my Toshiba AT-100 tablet whose presence changed my life for the better.
Tonight as we watched awesome teev my fibro started to flare. I grabbed one of the tension bands and started to pull and it staved the fibro off quite a bit. But I needed to really have at it to put it to bed before I went to bed, so I headed to the shed for another ride and pull. All up today I added 35.
After the last hip operation I was three weeks off the bike. And even when atop SoTPC's predecessor, the TPC (1), the reintroduction was slow. I think I lasted but five minutes on the first re-board.
So with 40 minutes a day, and presuming 21 days off, I need to bank 840 to make up for the loss and to minimise the deficit of the re-introduction.
Eight hundred and forty minutes; fuck.
Fourteen months on and I'm fitter than then. Oh, I can't run, walk or climb without feeling not fine. But that's when I am afflicted by gravity and my weight through my hips. Atop SoTPC sometimes I glide, pumping along with sweat runnelling down face, my heart thumping and strong.
I may not get to the target before I go under; the chance to go early is always there if someone ahead of you drops off the perch.
Despite my crap I'm still mostly-able. I can walk, talk and eat; bathe, drink and shit. There's people in positions far worse than me. And presuming I make it, and beat off hospital infections, I'll have better quality of life once I'm recovered.
Well twenty thirteen promised to be a bumpy ride. Time to grab the Jesus bar and pray (bump! bump! bump! 'Oh Jesus!' bump!)
(1) An evil cooperation owned by several pension trusts, all controlled by Casso, queen of the data-spiders!
Hooray! Of course it massively helped having both medication and eye candy to watch, such as TV on a stick via myBeloved, my Toshiba AT-100 tablet whose presence changed my life for the better.
Tonight as we watched awesome teev my fibro started to flare. I grabbed one of the tension bands and started to pull and it staved the fibro off quite a bit. But I needed to really have at it to put it to bed before I went to bed, so I headed to the shed for another ride and pull. All up today I added 35.
After the last hip operation I was three weeks off the bike. And even when atop SoTPC's predecessor, the TPC (1), the reintroduction was slow. I think I lasted but five minutes on the first re-board.
So with 40 minutes a day, and presuming 21 days off, I need to bank 840 to make up for the loss and to minimise the deficit of the re-introduction.
Eight hundred and forty minutes; fuck.
Fourteen months on and I'm fitter than then. Oh, I can't run, walk or climb without feeling not fine. But that's when I am afflicted by gravity and my weight through my hips. Atop SoTPC sometimes I glide, pumping along with sweat runnelling down face, my heart thumping and strong.
I may not get to the target before I go under; the chance to go early is always there if someone ahead of you drops off the perch.
Despite my crap I'm still mostly-able. I can walk, talk and eat; bathe, drink and shit. There's people in positions far worse than me. And presuming I make it, and beat off hospital infections, I'll have better quality of life once I'm recovered.
Well twenty thirteen promised to be a bumpy ride. Time to grab the Jesus bar and pray (bump! bump! bump! 'Oh Jesus!' bump!)
(1) An evil cooperation owned by several pension trusts, all controlled by Casso, queen of the data-spiders!
With the phrase "ride and pull" in this post, I predict many referrals by Aussie Hot Boys coming your way...
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