I slept through my alarm yesterday, and the text message from Jumile, and the phone call from Jumile.
I’m useless.
An occasional journal of my journey from a slug to, well...not a slug - I hope.
I slept through my alarm yesterday, and the text message from Jumile, and the phone call from Jumile.
I’m useless.
Treadmill, crosstrainer, bike, weight machines and stretches...same routine,
I might vary it a little next time. I was able to complete the circuit,
unlike Saturday, not with much to spare, but I did it. The moral of the
story is, go regularly, not necessarily on a fixed rota, but regularly.
The real point of this post is that I was feeling a little blue this evening
for reasons I won't go into here, getting down the gym and working my arse
off cleared that shit from my head and now I feel a whole heap better. Both
physically and mentally.
Good night ( and I do mean that) :)