Three weeks since the operation, nearly.
The new year holiday was in there too, so I have had a long, slow stretch,
and now there is a nagging sense that it is time to get back to work.

Once I had committed to the big challenge, even the vacant hours of the morning felt like waste,
so I took an early morning job.
If you would like to read about the challenge, it is here.

A first for a Japanese woman — the Peking to Paris Motor Challenge 2024

They say the early riser gains, and it is true. Plenty of people make a routine of an early walk,
or writing in a notebook at a café — but my routine is a job, and every second of it is paid.

There were all sorts of early jobs going, but the one I do is at Subway.
My own business is in training and education, so I enjoy the customers — but the morning prep, done quietly with nothing on your mind, is perfect as a morning routine.

I had taken about a month off, so even for a part-time job I started full of nerves.
Over the new year break I had got moving again, my arm goes up, it should be fine — or so I thought. Being able to move and being able to work are different things. That was day one back.

Subway sells itself on how many vegetables you get, and the morning shift starts with slicing tomatoes.

After two years it is simple enough to do with my eyes shut.
But with the pectoral muscle cut, it was punishing.

It should not take any real strength. I had no idea that a movement only slightly, only very slightly different from an everyday one could be this hard.

This is going to be a long road yet. That was day one back at work.
Let’s get on with it, gently.