It would have been good to finish this, if it is to be the end, on a high note, but it would seem it is not to be.
For awhile it seemed like I would be able to push the ventures I have enjoyed through my life into older age, but increasingly physical problems have limited my ability to take on challenges in these areas far less move into new spheres of activity as planned. I had hoped that spending the time while waiting for Di to return from New Zealand wouuld have allowed my body to return to it’s state of early January – old and obviously going slowly downhill but my attempts to run and swim, though frequent and done with intent, have had limited effect. If there have been improvements they have been marginal and not sustained. After six months of it, I am feeling drained and despondent.
There are coming changes to our lives. I expect to retire from my regular job within months, possibly much sooner. We may look to move away from Manchester since work would no longer limit me to commuting distance. Di’s health currently seems generally good, but mid-seventies and with the heart attack difficult to leave behind, it’s relative. Our dog, Albie, will be ten in December. He seems himself if a bit slower and greyer, but time ticks on. My running went from six minute kilometres in January to ten minute kilometres with severe breathlessness and spiking heart rates as I’ve tried to return; the one time I tried to swim open water at Sale I had to abandon and struggle to the side of the lake.
I will continue to try, I would like to run and swim and have the fitness to live. But this time, who knows?
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