Wednesday has become something of a sacred day…no matter what else is happening I have to see Belinda in the gym at 1.15pm. She who must be obeyed. I don’t think I would have had the discipline to do this every week without her. I haven’t missed one Wednesday yet. I think hiring her is one of the smartest things I’ve done. She is so good at her job. Imagine paying someone to inflict pain on you. Life is strange. We did lots of squats- with two legs on the vibrating machine and unsupported lunges on the floor. The lunges are quite painful. We mixed that up with rotations on the leg extension machine. I tried to up the weight to 15kgs but it was too much. I could lift the bar with two legs but couldn’t hold it with one leg on the way down. She let me do 20 reps with 10kgs then the next time we did 15kgs but lowering the bar with the left leg assisting the right. Did 3 sets of this. Some of the staff there know me by name now. “G’day Kieran. How are you going.” It’s a bit sad when the staff at a big, inner-city gym know you by name. That means you are going there too often and you probably don’t have a life. We also started on the Cross Trainer for the first time today. Only 5 minutes. That is a weird machine but I remember Catherine did a lot on it when she was recovering. We did two reps of 15 lifts with the Kettlebell. Not too bad except I have a habit of pushing hardest with my good leg. Have to stop that. Earlier in the day swam over to Shelly Beach with the 630am, B and B crew. Water glassy. Beautiful swim. Denise E and I decided to swim down the beach to the Information Centre then back to the point. Great swim, pushed hard, no pain in shoulders. The days roll by and are slowly turning into months. Slouching into an uncertain recovery, I’m trying to stay positive.