Deep Heat!

The smell of exercise, that’s what Deep Heat is. I slathered the miracle balm onto my strained shoulder, gave it an experimental twirl and jogged into the gym going “hut-hut-hut-“ Tried lifting a weight. Screamed a tortured scream, and promptly limped out of the gym sobbing… You see the problem with Deep Heat is it gives you a feeling of invincibility, and you somehow think that you know better and that you can defy medical advice. I have learned an important lesson here and will now rest my arm as advised.

I did get some exercise done though.

Rowing machine. The full fifteen minutes is getting easier and easier. We left it on the wimpy resistance notch 4 (justified because I have a poorly arm) and we started out at the same time. Nigel and I kept pace with each other, which I think increased our pace a little bit. I had to break first for a drink, and Nigel stopped a few minutes later. But we got back in sync with each other and in the end completed 471 strokes, and Nigel completed two more than me at 473. I am now not going to bother recording the metres covered, because we had swapped machines and this time it recorded me as having covered considerably less distance, indicating that this reading isn’t particularly reliable.

I also worked on my legs and did 2 full sets of 12 on the prescribed weight. And then after some goading from Nigel’s old boss, did a set of twelve at 66kgs.

I then followed the whole lot up with another 30 minutes swimming.

I don’t feel that I pushed the boundaries of physical exertion last night, and certainly beyond the strained arm, I am not feeling any worse for wear today. So tonight I am going to go charging up the Wrekin again. Nigel is working so this is a solo effort. Ten days since the last effort. How much faster will I be this time?