Waking from stasis

You couldn't say that its been a particularly dull week in the UK. New man in No.10, biblical floods and bombings at each end of the country. It's all go. I happened to be in London on Friday, and despite all the media's best efforts to tell me what was going on, I didn't know that anything had happened only a mile away from my meetings in the early hours of that morning, until I was reading the front page of the London Evening Standard belonging to the guy sat opposite on the train back home. Where I'd been, off the far West end of the Oxford Road, everything was business as usual.

Back at home, physio seems to be going OK at the moment and my ankle is feeling pretty good. The exercises I have now are a little odd - I have to stand on one foot (the bad one) and then dribble a soccer ball in a circle around that foot. I actually dribble an imaginary soccer ball as I'm so bad a football I'd only end up having to stop and fetch the ball every 10 seconds. Also, the only half-descent ball we have is in a shed defended by our new moat, courtesy of recent heavy rain.

I'm finding that the exercise really demonstrates how much my foot needs to re-learn about balance - it's been protecting the ligaments by shifting some of that work around, but the balancing on one foot exercise needs that ligament to do it's stuff. Hopefully it's starting to build strength again now.

My weight is currently down by 2 or 3 pounds on when I last ran. I guess this is down to to muscle atrophy effect Phil was talking about recently. I know I've lost a lot of what little form I had, and I'm needing more sleep at night now. Hopefully I can keep the weight off and get some fitness back over the next 2 weeks...

... because the good news is that my running starts again tomorrow morning. I plan a nice easy 2 miles shakedown and then probably a couple of 3 milers by the end of the week. However, nothing is set in stone as I don't know how bad things have got.

I shall once again be accompanied by Music as D and I bought each other iPods for our wedding anniversary this week. Tradition would have this as our "ivory" anniversary, but we feel that iPods are a much more environmentally acceptable and useful gift to give these days. Perhaps this will start a trend. "Save an elephant. Buy an iPod." You heard it here first.

The clippy arrangement works really well, so I'm very hopeful it won't fall of my shorts tomorrow.

Hope all is good with you.

Mr Stumble.