No BPTT update for today.
I got up as planned, pushed the muesli to the back of the cupboard and opted for my new secret running weapon: the banana and hemp power smoothie. Packed bag, wired myself up with iPod and heart rate thingy and then grabbed my keys. On the way to the door Heisenberg seemed to enter my flat. I felt myself splitting as infinite pathways opened up before me. I’m sure there is supposed to be an infinite number of possible pathways but in truth I only saw two, one was heading in the direction of a warm soft bed and the other towards excessive physical exertion in some way off park. Sorry to say I followed my slob self back to bed. I’m hoping my sporty self might have managed her own way to Bushy Park so I’ll log on and check the results later, maybe it is truly possible to have a race run its self?
I couldn’t fall back to sleep anyway as all the wires kept digging into me, instead I opted to play around with my heart rate monitor. My resting pulse is normally about 60ish but today I was watching it drop beat by beat to 49! What the heck is happening? My immediate thought was that my god damn expensive watch was duff so I scrabbled around the floor for another gadget and corroborating evidence. My blood pressure monitor told me I had a bp of 100/63 and a pulse of 47. That’ll teach me to be so slob like, even my heart is sluggish today.
Dragged myself out of bed before the ole ticker decided to give up completely and dragged it around an 8k loop of the Thames.