Day 89

It's been some time since my last entry. PCP also taught me that making up for such absences with lengthy posts might be guilt-cleansing for the author but utterly boring for the audience.

Of the past 5 days I've spent 2/5 flying to Nairobi and 3/5 in a conference room. The work meeting ended successfully and tomorrow I travel with my wife and father in law to northern Kenya for the next 7 days.

I didn't jump or workout in the airplane but I'm sure eventually a PCPeer will find a way to do it. I would have as indeed I think I found a way to. Chest dips seemed nearly possible except the lady sitting in front of me only had the back of her sit in the upright position for taking off and landing. Creeps would have been possible in the long aisles of the cabin and perhaps even floor jumps. I had an aisle sit and could have done the triceps dips except the person sitting on the other side of the aisle would have seriously objected me placing my feet on his lap. Pull ups and Kung Fu abs using the curtain bar that separated me from business class would have worked in the 1950s, but today's A340 jets have no such bars, just some kind of discrete rails. All other abs were doable but it was rather dark I was afraid of fat passengers walking half asleep to the restrooms stepping on me while enduring through my planks or worse. Lunges are no longer in the repertoire for some reason. I tried pistol squats in the sort of open area around the emergency exit but the flight attendant was really concerned about me using the hatch as support. Fair enough. I asked for a banana before trying all these stunts but was refused the egg white afterwards and all they offer is cream bags when you ask for milk. All the band work can be effectively done but somehow the crew is also paranoid that you are gonna hurt somebody if you let go one end of the band.

OK, so I didn't even try any of this. Honestly, I'm a little shy to do such a thing in front of a crowd without having a scape route available for the next 11 hours. Otherwise, PCP routines can be done above 10,000 feet.

Food wise commercial flights are a disaster. All seems so toxic. I ate tons of fruit before boarding each plane, and accepted the bread, coffee and tea, water, cheese, one banana and then another one, but the rest I simply couldn't swallow.

All these restraints and limits faded in the nice hotel where the conference just took place. I've done my best to stick very strictly to diet although I've had to eye-ball every meal and snack. And I'm writing this after taking a long bath after completing the Day 89 routine!

In anticipation of the end, I want to really thank you PCPeers. It's been a true joy sharing this transformative adventure with all of you. I regret not commenting more on your posts but I did read through them as often as I could following your ups and downs, victories, confessions, conquests and hard work as we are about to stick a flag with a sign that says COMPLETE across our names at the peak of Mount PCP.

We are on our own now and I'm happy to say we couldn't possibly be in better hands. Nobody knows how to take care of us better than we do. When it comes to wellness, we certainly are well ahead of the game.

I will thank you Patrick, but let me do that on Day 91.