Today is a sad day.
I found out that my Gym Buddy Holly (yes, I am totally writing this post for the chance to make bad puns alone) is likely going to give up her membership sometime in the near future. She has a perfectly good excuse of course. 😉 And I’m happy for her for the reason that caused it, but it’s still a sad day.
I really don’t mind going to the gym alone. I feel a little anti-social as-is because when I’m in a class I tend to focus very single-mindedly on the exercises. I’m not one of those chat-in-the-back-of-the-class types. But once I get comfortable around someone it’s hard to give up their company again.
I guess I’ll be back to solving problems in my head while lifting weights, running around, folding in half and balancing in awkward positions.
One more Thursday class to go to first though.
Better make it a good one! (I assume I will be aching all through my long weekend)
For the last two weeks I haven’t set foot in the gym.
First there was the week in Melbourne for work, which was both great and exhausting as always. I think I slept on average about 6 hours; between late-night note taking and writing and early morning meetings I think I allowed myself to get a little run down.
Which then leads straight into the second week where I was recovering from the RhinoWhatsitVirus that I picked up in Melbourne, but which apparently has gone around everywhere felling doctors and patients alike. (For some reason while writing my medical certificate, my doctor was very insistent on explaining about 3-4 times how he had been away from work due to the very same virus that everyone was suffering from. I wonder if perhaps he has an illicit fishing trip that he was trying to cover up with an over-abundance of evidence?)
Anyway, I have scheduled and cancelled evenings at the gym for the better part of two weeks.
And my absence from work last week meant there was so much to catch up on that I cancelled my gym visits earlier this week as well. Besides which, I needed time to keep to my blogging schedule for you, dear reader 😉 (The sacrifices I make!)
It was great being back at the gym today though.
Although I must admit, afterwards my descent down the stairs from the top floor was hampered by a little wobble in my lower legs. I think there must have been something in my water bottle. Perhaps a light sedative? I’m sure I’ll be fine in no time.
And then I got home and crashed on the lounge for a couple of hours of television.
And I feel great.
Thanks for asking!