Overdone

Usually my escape from work pressures at lunch time consists of plugging in my earphones and listening to a book. I am rather fond of Nigel Planar's readings of the Disc World books.

However it has finally come to my notice that I can listen and walk as well, initially I had been convinced that the heat and humidity made wandering around in work clothes rather a no-no, if I didn't want to be somewhat fragrant during the afternoon. But I can mostly walk in shade under five foot ways and the like, and on return to the desk a few minutes of higher power on my desk fan seems to cool me down sufficiently that together with my "Armpito" (that makes me think of H.G.Wells "Story of the Future" I must get out my book of all his short stories and have a dip again - the trouble is I always end up rereading them all, and there are quite a few).

I have therefore been wandering around, up to Boat Quay and over the river and back, or in the opposite direction, for about 35 to 40 minutes daily during the lunch break. I don't even need my stick since I tend to keep moving. All jolly good for me, no doubt, and certainly allowing me sight of other things than the inside of an office that permanently has its windows covered. Add this to the swimming that has been taking place on return to the Condo, just a gentle lap or two with Alice, and I was feeling quite pleased with myself.

However the body was laying in wait and suddenly all muscles started whinging and complaining (I didn't know I had any until they informed me that, no matter how small, they did exist). It seems to me that this is wholly unreasonable, I am doing my best to improve the body and instead of helping they are locking up, making it hard to climb the few steps to my office and expressing irritation even at strolling short distances. Well, they can whinge but, except for yesterday when I did not swim, I will keep on going. Wimp I may be, but a determined one.