Day3/67

I am getting wise to my own patterns.

I tell Mike late on Friday night that I'd like to do a super-brisk hour walk on Seapoint promenade if the weather is good on Saturday, and we wake to promising weather. I've successfully got support. We drive there through the rain. The coast looks clear. I decide to carry the umbrella, my pattern again, I think. I am afraid it will rain. 

An hour of winter sunshine and magnificent sea air.

We talk about coaching, and I find myself having the beginnings of two conversations I know I've been needing to have.

He offers to carry the umbrella. Coffee and breakfast at Newport Deli. 

I resolve to try other gym activities. And spin classes. Put myself into new exercise spaces.