Working Out

I walked this morning - with Mogy. And Ange. And Maria.

Then I went to work.

Then I came home and walked to the gym for my weekly personal training session.

• 60 Hindu squats
• 60 more....
• 12 push-ups (real ones)
• 10 more....
• 12 more ....
• 10 times down and up the stairs with a weighted ball over my head
• 5 times more...
• 5 times 30 second sprints on the stationary bike at over 100 rpm
• 3 times 30 second sprints on the treadmill at full elevation - who knows how slow/fast - probably slow

And after that I was BUGGERED! Had to sit on a chair to get my breath back - couldn't IMAGINE doing it all at a mile high - my lungs were fighting it all as it was.

Then I had to walk home. It's not far - only takes 10-12 minutes really. But I am buggered.

Def: Buggered: 1. broken; ruined; spoiled. 2. tired; exhausted. 3. euphemism for damned.

Yep - that's me. Buggered. #1 and #2 are the good matches.

Once I recover, I have to (sorry - get to) go to my guitar lesson. I can't remember the last one, so it looks like I should STOP BLOGGING and start thinking about the guitar.

Perhaps once I recover. Still buggered. Got my breath back, but can't think about moving yet.

Think I'll blog about the Swans next. Need to find a great shot of us at a Swans game. It won't be hard.

OK - I've procrastinated enough. Off I go. Hope you enjoyed this. Maybe it will inspire you to go get active, too. Or more. Or whatever. See ya!