Sorry for not getting back to you yesterday. I quite literally ran out of energy.
This isn’t unusual at the moment.
I’ve been pushing myself a bit for the last couple of days. And with a good reason. I’ve inadvertently(?) signed up for a trip to Robben Island, helping to manage about 40 (forty) 12-year-olds on a school visit. And something, I’m not sure quite what, is telling me that I’m going to have to be a bit further on in fitness and general recovery than I am now if I’m going to survive.
I have two weeks.
Last year’s trip was something very special, and I’m very privileged to have been asked along this time as well. But I’m mindful that I didn’t have Covid last time around. This time I’m still struggling a bit and the trip is an extra day. But there’s a whole weekend to sleep through just afterwards, so I’m sure I’ll be ok.
Step counts into the 12,000s for the last two days indicate that I’ve been testing my limits and – while I’m very fatigued by early evening – I have prevailed. It’s also been very good for the list of jobs around the house, many of which have been put on hold for the last three months.
Corner turned? Maybe.
I might even try a bit of a run tomorrow (or I might not).
Right now, I have some business in Claremont to attend to before 5:30, so let me go and do that before I fall asleep.
Can I stay up til kick off in the England game tonight (8:45pm)?
Will it be worth it if I do?