Got to the gym this evening. This means I've managed five sessions in ten days. A record. On the down side my numbers, not great in the first place, have slipped over that period. Partly this is because, given the state of my back and a distinctly iffy right knee, I'm none too sure I should be going there at all. I think it's doing me good, but I wouldn't be overly surprised to suddenly find myself unable to walk at all.
Living dangerously, eh?
Funny how your body sort of belongs to you, in some sense is you, but has an unfathomable agenda all its own.