Excersise while dead.

No heart beat.

After playing Black Ops 2 until 1:15 AM just so that I could prestige for the first time, I started Sunday at 8AM by sitting up on bed. I reached for the iPad and watched the final episode of Saxondale on Netflix. Finishing a series is quite exhilarating in the time of box set watching.
I then read a few chapters of a book called 'Rachel's Story' which I got free from iTunes.
I had myself a hot shower and questioned my next intentions out loud. "A walk? A fucking walk, that is what you have planned at ten AM on a Sunday morning?"
Well...yes.
I plugged in my ipod earphones and listened to a podcast and set my pedometer app going. I walked around to the local co-of before heading up a slowly climbing hill. After fifteen minutes my heart and breathing had risen. I stopped and looked at the time, then turned and stated to walk down again. I entered the co-op and bought veg, salad and even a baguette. Once I had returned home I couldn't wait to tuck into that baguette. It was washed down with a refreshing glass of water. Where exactly has this fresher me come from?
Due to my 'get up and go' I vacuumed and polished the van and then drove into town to the drive through car wash. The sun even broke through the clouds and gave the day a feeling like the sun was shining just for me. I drove to a friends house with my window down.
He was full of cold and the slickly illness in the air was something he agreed I shouldn't linger in.
We and a quick exchange of ideas about this years planned trip together (see New Horizons entry) and it seemed that we were on the same page at least.
The afternoon had landed by this time and I looked at my checklist for other activities to do briefly. Play RESISTANCE 3 on PS3, listen and dictate medium interview, Black Ops 2 and watch some Sky recordings.
The day took in bonus glasses of water and a nice surprise when I checked the pedometer app. I had walked exactly one mile this morning. One mile which I could've not bothered doing but I'm so glad I had. I saw the dog walkers and the joggers and felt some connection with them. Strangely the exercise boosts you rather than tires you in the long run.
As I rested though I felt my heartbeat to feel my son knocking inside me but I felt nothing.
No heart beat? I felt again ...nothing. Was I now so relaxed that my heat beat was barely beating.
Or was I, in the style of the Sixth Sense...a ghost?
Maybe the joke was on me and I am indeed already dead. Like in some episode of The Twilight Zone maybe. It didn't stop me watching a film or two anyway.