Game, set and match Pasta - In the name of Thiago - Day 134
I’ll be quite honest,
when I rolled in – and it was pretty much a rolling in – from my walk yesterday
afternoon, I really wasn’t sure how I would fare stepping on to a tennis court
this morning. I’ll get round to the how I fared a little later on, though the
title of today’s blog tells you that I came second this time.
I woke up fairly early
again but refused to move until I got a text message from Elisa to say that I’d
locked her out, (she slept in the tent again last night). This was an
impossibility as I’d made doubly sure not to have locked the back door before I
turned in last night, but Elisa was adamant. Of course, this was on the basis
that something has gone wrong, therefore Dad must have fucked up.
In all fairness, this is
pretty much a flawless system of processing information in our house. On this
occasion though, the locked door was down to Angelica nipping out to give Elisa
a morning kiss at 6.30 before going to work. So it was, in fact, a compounded error
from my better half. Waking her ladyship up several hours before her natural
rising time and then locking off her route to the biscuit jar!
At just after 9, I
slipped off to Draycott for the aforementioned tennis match with Leo. Just in
case you thought I was trying to mislead you with the blog title, Leo’s surname
is Pasta, I didn’t simply succumb to Italian cuisine. That will probably come later.
This first picture was
taken at one of our early changeovers when I was still very much in the contest.
As I feared, Leo has certainly lost a big heap of weight and he was far more
able to chase down what might have been lost causes for him before. He’s
denying himself carbohydrates. I can’t imagine a life without potatoes, but
then again I have a few other food types in that category, which is why I am
where I am.
At 4-4 in the first
set it was pretty much anyone’s to win but I didn’t notch another game
thereafter and was well beaten long before he served out for an easy as you
like 6-4, 6-0 win. Well played Leo, you utter bastard.
But the main point is
that I did it and by doing so, I have improved my fitness just a little. And considering
that for a while I thought I’d barely be able to hobble around the court, just
getting through the game was a positive step.
And this was my reward.
A magnificent brew even if I do say so myself. There are not many things in
life I’d venture that are more satisfying than a perfectly brewed cuppa. Who
knows though, perhaps if I play and win next week, I’ll treat myself to something
a little stronger. Baby steps..
Well you all know by
now how this ends. I don’t bother dressing it up to be anything else other than
a plea for money. Please bung the NHS a few quid and help keep my motivation up
for my 300 mile walk this autumn.
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