Ten Mile

Blood spiked high this morning - 5.9. Of course it's not lost on me that these days, that's a high spike for me, whereas when I started this thing, I'd have been thrilled to get a 5.9, but that's by the by. Weighed this morning too, and as I suspected, the potential loss of yesterday was down to the half-a-cow diet. Nevertheless, I'm happy enough.

Have practically not moved alllll day long, been kinda glued to my computer, doing Stuff. Lots of Stuff in fact - I've been invited to be an author on another blogsite, which is kinda fun, but involves much rope-learning. So that's been me today - Rope Boy.

This evening though, I decided that the toe was good enough to test out on the bike. Not mad, pelting, time-trialled biking to hard rock music, as is my norm, but hard-enough, long-enough biking to catch-up shows of The Great British Bake-Off. There were moments of pain, but they were mainly when I did that thing...y'know that thing when you get a mouth ulcer, or a tooth abscess, and every instinct in your body shouts at you not to touch it, but you just have to? I had that on the bike, with the instinct to bend the toe. Other than that, ten miles with the toe, notsobad. Will have to see how the wretched thing feels in the morning of course, but encouraging signs so far.

Tomorrow's going ot be the killer of course - probably walking, plus the great hordes of the London rush hour. Feel like I want to erect a low-level force field around my foot, just to stop a parade of nitwits stomping on it like a squad of cybermen on parade-ground practice. Then I remember that I live in the early 21st century, and personal force fields haven't been invented yet. Then I shake my fist at the sky and curse a scientific community too busy fannying about with climate change to take care of the really important stuff.

Then I sigh for the primitive age in which I live, have a bowl of consolation oatmeal, watch the rest of Downton Abbey and snore.