A sunny bank holiday weekend. Wahoo. Three gyms. A man reading his phone, one-handed, for an hour on the treadmill. Six and a half hours of Children of Strife left. No statistically significant progress on weight loss this week. The routine is still making me feel better so I’m sticking at it. The short ride in on Wednesday was a challenge because the wind whipped up the plane tree trichomes and made it difficult to see and breathe, both of which I need to do to cycle safely. By the time I got to the office I was coughing and my eyes were watering. Thursday brought a welcome change of pace as I schlepped over to Battersea to spend the morning at an in-person (!) training course. It was nice to do something different and I found it much easier to pay attention to a live human in the room than an image on a computer screen, although having to participate in small-group exercises with strangers is sort of my worst nightmare. This was session one of three so it remains to be seen if I’ll…
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