Kendal. Nine weeks of a flat stretch and I have decided to write down the other set of evidence, mostly for myself, because I keep forgetting it exists.
Things that have changed while nothing has changed. I did Helm Crag on the second of August. Not quickly, and I stopped twice, but I did it and I came down without my knee going. Last October I turned back at the second gate and sat in the car park eating a sandwich and feeling about ninety. My walking boots do up on the third hook now instead of the second, which is a very stupid measurement and it is mine. My blood pressure at the review in July was the lowest it has been since my forties and the nurse said oh, that is nice in a tone that suggested she does not say it often. I sleep through. I get up off the floor after the grandchildren without announcing it.
None of that shows up on a Thursday morning on a bathroom floor, and the Thursday morning is what I have been letting decide my mood since June.
I am not posting this as a lesson. I am posting it because I know at least four people in this circle are in the same flat stretch, and the thing I would have wanted at week three was somebody saying that the flat stretch and the improvement are not the same measurement and can happily disagree with each other for months.
What is your stupid measurement? I would genuinely like to collect some. The boot hook has done more for me than any number.
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