Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
During this mornings circuit class, we were eased through the exercises accompanied by a playlist of 1960's Motown and UK pop classics. This backdrop to participant's fitness activities including well-aged classic standards from Diana Ross, The Four Tops, The Dave Clark Five and Dusty Springfield. These sanguine tunes adding a spring in the step when... Continue Reading →
This morning a gym class, along with overseeing the replacement of a toilet flush mechanism at my marital home, held priority over chronicling this essay. Consequently, it was 2.30pm before my posterior parked itself on a cafe shop chair to pen these reflexions decalees. I'm not overly fazed by this delay, experience indicates yours truly... Continue Reading →
Today sees a late start to yours truly chronicling my daily observations. Due to two visits to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) with Mrs Strachan senior, it's now almost 4.30pm as I commence jotting down Tuesday's notions. The initial sojourn to the south Leeds retail outlet embarked upon to secure Maggie's weekly comestibles; the... Continue Reading →
Today, yours truly's exercise class of choice is the inaugural Studio Cycling session at a Leeds leisure centre. Not the intensive and deeply exerting spinning type of pedal work; moreover a gentle easing into the world of gymnasium cycle activity..... Or so I'm assured by the leisure centre operative with whom I spoke yesterday. At... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →