Week 24 - Progression

This week was tiring. I started with a 45 minute run on Sunday, followed by Pilates silhouette. Then on Monday I had physio, and was introduced to the air bike. Tuesday I ran at the gym, then did 10 minutes on the airbike. Wednesday I did Pilates legs and arms, Thursday I was running at the gym again, and on the airbike, and then did Pilates core when I got home. Friday I was at the physio again, and this time introduced to some new exercises, and was videoed to remind me what I need to be doing. My range of motion has improved beyond any expectations, the physio is absolutely delighted. Of course, he exists on a whole other plane of physical activity to me, and actually thought that as I was at the gym already I should go and finish up the remaining upright rows, and hop on the airbike.

Instead, I went for a pub lunch with colleagues, and then back to work for a bit, then back to a bar at 4pm. 2 beers and 2 red wines, and I didn't sleep well and woke up feeling a little ropey. So I did enjoy the drinks, but I didn't enjoy the after effects, and I didn't drink when I got home, nor will I this weekend.

My arms, shoulder and upper back are a bit sore today, muscle-type aches though from the exercise and stretching yesterday. I did make myself do Pilates Arms/Legs/Core and stretch this morning, as I was awake at 5am so might as well be doing something.

Other than the pilates, today is a veg day, with a long bath this afternoon.

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