Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I've spent the last few hours taking my mum for her weekly comestible shop at a south Leeds supermarket. During today's oft challenging sojourn, taking the opportunity to collect a phone whose tariff I'd upgraded to yesterday evening, along with investing in new and more en vogue gym kit. The latter I felt required imperatively... Continue Reading →
Akin to a learner driver in control of a manual transmission automobile, with a wee sense of achievement, this morning I've tentatively reached a metaphorical clutch and accelerator biting point. An event which consequently set in motion the dawning of yours truly's 2020 New Years resolutions. This morning my attendance at a Health Circuit class... Continue Reading →
This morning saw my first gym circuit session since an over-indulgent weekend celebrating a mates retirement in Bedfordshire. An exercise class my three nights of decadence turned into a GJ Strachan perspire-fest. My avariciousness within the shadows of the Chiltern Hills coming back to haunt me in the shape of the little known medical affliction... Continue Reading →
Simultaneous to his heartbeat, the beeps grew faster as his exertions increased. These ever quickening pings, designed to test GJ Strachan's physical fitness, reminding him of mid-January and his four day audio accompaniment produced by the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) cardio monitors. The start of a post-heart attack journey which didn't end yesterday, but encouragingly... Continue Reading →
Following the recent emptying of garbage bins by refuse collectors, the wheelie bin cleaning guy is currently treating our cul-de-sac's rubbish receptacles to a monthly spruce up. A £3 jet clean removing the cylinders interior and exterior detritus, providing a sparkling facade, along a pleasant fragrance courtesy of sanitising spray. I'm unclear what cologne this chap... Continue Reading →
It's my first gym session with the NHS cardiac rehab team this aft. Although my pre-assessment meeting was at the beginning of April, where I performed encouragingly well in the beep test, today's was the first gym slot they could accommodate me. My contract with the post-cardiac arrest nurses/trainer entitles me to two fitness sessions... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow sees my long-awaited post cardiac arrest health assessment. This a pre-requisite so cardio rehab staff can formulate a bespoke rehab plan for me to utilise at my local gym. This fitness strategy being drawn up to strengthen my heart muscle after it sustained moderate damage during the life-threatening incident. A plan that, although not mandatory,... Continue Reading →
I've been lax with my rehab exercise regime over last couple of days. This tardiness including not having walked for any decent duration since Monday when I trekked to the back of beyond. This a distant place that smells of antiseptic mouthwash and uses the old Spanish currency peseta as its legal tender. The back... Continue Reading →
The sound of a TV fitness broadcast is within earshot as I commence this literary offering. Sitting on my posterior in my dining area, I grow evermore uncomfortable as I listen to a doctor relaying the health risks of physical inactivity. This discomfort a consequence of knowing all too well I currently neglect that particular... Continue Reading →