William Shakespeare's birthday.
Anniversary of William Shakespeare's death.
Thursday again, which means early morning phys.
Each day it seems to get a little warmer, and with the bike in a corner of the gym, the air con doesn't really reach, so I get a little bit hotter and sweatier as I peddle.
And as I now use over-ear headphones, suffer from sweaty ear syndrome.
And again it would have been easy to duck it, but we both are up, and tag team to test and jab Scully, feed the rest of the cats and make coffee, so that come ten to six we are ready to go.
We arrive too early, the doors were yet to be opened, but in a couple of minutes we were allowed in, though most went to the pool, so we gym rats went upstairs and began the workout.
Forty minutes later we were done, went to Tesco to fill the car up and then to the store to do some gathering.On the way round I said hello to one of ladies doing the click and collect, and she remarked on how much weight I'd lost and what was the secret. I was taken aback, but pleased at the same time. As I was stuffing bite-size pork pies in the trolley......
Beer was gathered, as was other essentials.
And we were back home before half seven, putting the shopping away, having a brew and preparing breakfast.
After a shower i mow the non-wildflower parts of the lawnmeadow, just to make walking in the lush grass easier. Jools does more weeding, and so the morning passes.
In the afternoon, her fitness class were having a high tea afternoon in the Riverside Centre (!), so I stayed behind, sitting outside to read until the shadows lengthened and it got chilly.Jools wasn't hungry, so I defrosted a batch of chilli, warmed that up and cooked some rice, so ate well.
And that was the day, really. There was a game on TV, Salford v Bromley, but I skip that, so was in bed by half eight.
1 comment:
It must have been a rather happy moment to have someone recognize the weight loss. Great job, sir!
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