Have you heard that low level groaning over the last couple of weeks? You’ll have worked out it was coming from this direction, no doubt.
Yes, that was me…..and I do apologise. Most humbly.
You see, the gym reopened after a Seasonal hiatus two weeks ago and this bod was seriously affronted at being asked, nay demanded, to partake of such brutal exercising having done virtually nothing (apart from lug mountains of manchester, carry heavy boxes of crockery, and manoeuvre furniture) for about 8 weeks!(no, no, not us!)
After a session of arm work at the first morning back at gym, I could barely lift a hand to the keyboard to compose posts, and after the next session, at which the instructor conspired to cripple us, sitting down became a dangerous occupation, as it then became quite difficult to stand (you may have heard louder groans and moans on these occasions).(no, no, also not us!!)
Then today I decided to begin swimming again. Seriously, I don’t know why I ever stop swimming (it comes in fits and starts, this urge), as once I hit the water I feel so at home. Must be something to do with being a Piscean. The swim centre, which is a 10 minute walk away (I know! No excuses!) has recently undergone a renovation, so what better reason to try out the new bathers I bought with Ma Kettle at Christmas. Ten laps done (with
one or two, several, OK, lots of stops), and loving it!
However, The Golfer and I then proceeded to haul all the furniture back into MyDearFIL’s home (it had been taken out for house cleaning and carpet work purposes), in 35C heat.
Thankfully, a cool change has arrived – scheduled to last a mere 36 – 48 hours, but we’ll take what we can get – and I’m lying semi comatose on the couch. If I had the energy I’d get up, retrieve the camera, download the weekend’s photos and post about my delightful sewing days……..but that sounds far too energetic and I.Just.Can’t.Move! You’ll have to make do with this refreshing photo, courtesy of google images (as they all are), easily added without me having to rise from semi recumbent.(oh! I wish!!!!!!!!!)
Now, can someone please get me a drink of water? Oh yes, forgot to mention, our gym instructor has also challenged us to 4 weeks of de-tox, and as the scales are reading perilously close to outrageous, it seems like a very good idea…..er, it seemed like a very good idea. No, no, I will prevail!
Now, about that drink? Please?? And can someone see to dinner too? De-tox type dinner, of course!
Hopefully, I’ll be back tomorrow…..
Dear Ma Kettle, the state of affairs at the gym and swimming may be grossly exaggerated, I love it and do not over do things. Promise! It was merely that I hadn’t used some muscles for some time and felt the odd twinge or two, your loving daughter xoxo