Active sort of hedgehog
Got up and did the power walk again this morning, because a) I had a treatment scheduled rather too close to the usual return time of the pm walk, that couldn't be altered, and b) weather forecast was for rain, and it wasn't actually raining first thing. I was totally tail-end Charlie this time - though except right at the end where they turned into the path through shrubbery, I wasn't trailing so badly as to lose sight of the front-runners, so a bit of win (also the fact that it was raining by the time of the afternoon walk), though not much, there.
Apart from making me feel inferior, my other objection to the power walk is that between the speed of the thing and the need to keep one's eyes peeled lest one trip on a root or loose stones or other unevennesses in the path, one can't really Fotherington-Tomas at all - too puffed to go 'Hello trees, hello sky, hello people walking large boisterous dogs off the lead' and too busy not twisting one's ankle (which I did do one time on a previous visit).
Nonetheless and notwithstanding, a few hours later I was sufficiently recovered to do a workout in the gym (there is no Pilates today, chiz).
On the gross self-indulgence front: steambath and plunge, whirlpool, and Hot Stone Massage (the utter bliss...).
Media consumed since last update on this front: The Way Ahead because of C A Lejeune's enthusiastic review and recommendation, also because based on work of Army Psychiatry Unit in WWII and its work on morale, selection etc, which pertains to various archives I've worked with over the years. Enjoyable, but possibly was a lot more resonant to an exact contemporary.
And did I mention cute wee baby rabbit spotted on walk yesterday, that was too young, too brave or just too stupid to run away like all the other rabbits?