Anyway, as it often the case it came back to bite me in the ass this morning. Lara and I turned up at our SRT (studio resistance training - or weight lifting, to you) session only to discover that, because we have to take our little guys to school first, all the "best" places had gone. We managed to shimmy a bench for her somewhere near the back, but I had to go RIGHT AT THE FRONT!!! This, as any self-respecting school student knows, is a disaster as EVERYONE including the instructor can see what you're doing. No sneaky rests when it gets a bit too much. Worst of all my pitch was right next to the full length mirror. I was just mighty relieved that, being a short arse, the barre ran right across the middle of my reflection - just about at the squishy belly level. I pumped iron (plastic filled with sand) for an hour straight and actually felt a bit queasy afterwards. I sweated buckets too and then... hey, hey!!... THEN I went to the allotment and dug four kilos of potatoes!!!
Leo and I snuggled on the sofa this afternoon. Put "Stripes" in the DVD player and fell fast asleep. Aaaahhhh...
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