Gym Balls

My opponent's back seems to be ok so I attempt to book squash for next week but fail as they’re booked up. Perhaps I was wrong and everyones New Year's resolutions haven’t already crashed and burned.

L is apparently sat at the office on a gym ball which conjures up quite an image. If you 'google' there are plenty of images of appropriate (and inappropriate) uses for gym balls, a lot of them rather intriguingly indecent. Luckily she also has a gym ball at home and today is Friday.

I’m on the bus today and after work I head to the velodrome for a Watt Bike session. For once my personal stalker is nowhere to be found. 5k warm up, ramp session to 315 watts, 5k warm down, brisk 5k to finish. Knackered after that lot.

L warns that if she’s not around when I get home she’s either taken the boys our for a walk or she’s upstairs draped over the gym ball. I’m hoping for the latter. 

(Friday 8^th January)

Crash And Burn

I pick the dogs up and immediately take them on Rushcliffe Country Park where L is doing the parkrun. A run she probably isn’t well enough to do and her time reflects this.

The dogs seem to be in better shape than both of us and seem to have put on very little weight this time.

We are both well enough to make a decent fist of a meal out with L’s parents, my parents and L’s sister’s family at the Masons. It gives a chance to debate the latest Derby County debacle as they crash and burn out of the promotion race.

Rather conveniently we can debate last night’s draw with Watford first hand with a Watford supporter, L’s sister’s husband.

(Saturday 4^th April)