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)

Indecent Or Not

On the bike today, I survive the roads and my still fraying shorts. L vows to stitch them before I get arrested for indecency.

It’s a nice sunny day for cycling, indecent or not. I think today might be summer.

L swims 50 lengths. Blimey. I feel faint at the thought, hope I never have to swim that far. Apart from in the Great North Swim of course. I must train for that sometime.

I get a confusing text from Daughter saying ‘after these assignments I shall start to sort my life out’. Confusing because it could have come from L. That’s the sort of text she sends me three times a week. Like mother, like Daughter.

(Tuesday 7^th May)