Running Late For Physio – The Climb #255

Tuesday 3^rd October 2017

Today has been a very busy day. I had to be up early to go back to physio… and of course, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
I felt I gave myself enough time, but for some reason getting showered and dressed always takes me more time that I think. As a result I was 10 minutes late leaving the house in a situation where the time of day meant I wished I’d left 10 minutes early.
I’d had an email to say that they didn’t have power and so could I bring cash. Not a problem, I have a cashpoint just over the road from my house… except it was out of order.
Never mind, I thought. Where I park, there’s a cashpoint as well.
Well, first I had to compete with the traffic. I forgot I was driving in rush hour and so despite it being a 5 minute journey the 20 minutes I had got cut very short. I found myself developing road rage at all the people who were letting the school mums out as if they didn’t have to be anywhere in a hurry.
Somehow I manage to park with 5 minutes to spare – although to be fair I think the car was more abandoned than parked. So I run to the cashpoint and just as I get there a woman with a child steps up to the cashpoint in front of me.
She carefully puts down the child, stopping to make sure the child isn’t going to run off and then proceeds… exceptionally slowly… to rummage in her bag for her purse.
This is the point where most people, seeing me hopping from one foot to another, offer to let me go in front, to which I would be extremely grateful. But not this woman. She spends several millennia looking for her purse and that slowly starts flicking through it to decide which card she’s going to use as if she was choosing between favourite flavours of ice cream.
Now, I know it was not her fault. I was the one who was late, but even typing in her pin she… was… so… slow.
And then she goes
“Oh….” Long pause. “It’s out of order.”
I ask her if she knows where there’s another cashpoint as I need to be somewhere in 2 minutes. She then thinks about it for at least 10 seconds before saying she’s not sure… by which time I’m gone.
I manage to get some money out and was only a minute or two late… but goddamn, that was stressful.
My body seems to be a ball of tension right now. Everywhere from the top of my backside to the base of my skull was popped. I felt like I was made of gristle rather than muscle. I don’t mind the pain too much as I see it as a release, but when they do between every rib… well I reckon it’ll be a little tender in the days to come.
On the plus side… the issue seems to be that my thighs are so hench that I’m not engaging my glutes. I’ve got some exercises to do to try and get them engaging but I find it really surprising when so much of rapier form punishes the glutes.
But, it does mean that when I do start engaging them, my lunge is going to be even more deadly.
This evening was spent changing some bits of chapter 1. I swapped out the bit that’s similar to a later scene and put something more original in its place. It feels clunky and I want to go over it when I next get chance but I just want to get something rough down and then work from there.
I also need to remember to change the number of people on the carriage as somewhere along the way, one of them gets lost. How careless of me.
But progress is progress. There’s further work to be done with both my physio and this chapter but the fact I’ve made some progress is the important thing. It’s all baby steps.
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