Good Friday 2015. Got up early and drove my car for the first time since January. Drove down to the BBC for my first swim in the ocean. Shoulders aching but not bitingly so. Had to use crutches to get across the sand which was hard to walk on. Mike Munro helped me in. It was an 800m race. I wasn’t racing. Went off with a big bunch leaving my crutches stuck in the sand. It was good to be part of it again but I was very nervous that someone would kick me in the leg or that I would fall over getting in or out. Needed help to stand up at the end and get across the finish line. I survived.

Came home and did half an hour on the bike. Managed to get on and off without hurting myself. It’s a terrifying experience trying to get on a stationary bike when you are injured and by yourself. I was sure it would tip over. Not much pressure on the pedals – chain was on the small ring at the front and on one of the fairly big rings at the back. Still I managed to keep pedalling for half an hour. I then walked to Fairy Bower in the rain. It pelted down. Big storm. Sheltered at Manly Surf Club on the way back and had a spell. No incidents, so it’s been a big Good Friday of exercise. Rick and Lynda arrive this evening from Utah.