the best laid plans....
In the last episode, our heroine, having been thwarted once again by the cruel running gods, was last heard muttering the words..."will try the gym again tomorrow".
Unfortunately it was Cirque 0 - Gods 2.
I very cleverly organised my day so that I had a 3pm meeting at Corinda on the way home from work yesterday. The plan was that it would be too late to go back to the office afterwards so I could sneak off to the gym instead. Unfortunately, my poor little car (C4), who obviously hates travelling to Ipswich as much as I do, decided she had had enough and hit the wall (metaphorically) on the way. Two hours later, when the tow truck had hauled her away to my friendly mechanic and we had discussed her condition it was too late for the gym once again.
As it happened, C1 couldn't do his gym session because he's injured his wrist, so he was going for a run. And C2 wasn't going to the gym because he had b'ball training before school and track and field during the day. So C1 and I walked/ jogged/ran down to find C2 who was shooting hoops on the court at the end of the running track. OK - I walked/jogged and C1 ran. I shot some hoops with the Cs and then we all walked/jogged/ran/rode back again.
Hmmm...somewhere along the line this blog seems to have morphed from Desperate Housewives into an episode of Leave it to Beaver. Sorry!
Today I couldn't go to work because my poor little car was still sick so I did some yoga in the morning and then ...FINALLY...went to the gym at lunchtime, where I did some treadmill (with 10 minutes running) and some rowing.
And after all that, my shin still really hurts so I probably shouldn't have been running in the first place.
THE END.
Unfortunately it was Cirque 0 - Gods 2.
I very cleverly organised my day so that I had a 3pm meeting at Corinda on the way home from work yesterday. The plan was that it would be too late to go back to the office afterwards so I could sneak off to the gym instead. Unfortunately, my poor little car (C4), who obviously hates travelling to Ipswich as much as I do, decided she had had enough and hit the wall (metaphorically) on the way. Two hours later, when the tow truck had hauled her away to my friendly mechanic and we had discussed her condition it was too late for the gym once again.
As it happened, C1 couldn't do his gym session because he's injured his wrist, so he was going for a run. And C2 wasn't going to the gym because he had b'ball training before school and track and field during the day. So C1 and I walked/ jogged/ran down to find C2 who was shooting hoops on the court at the end of the running track. OK - I walked/jogged and C1 ran. I shot some hoops with the Cs and then we all walked/jogged/ran/rode back again.
Hmmm...somewhere along the line this blog seems to have morphed from Desperate Housewives into an episode of Leave it to Beaver. Sorry!
Today I couldn't go to work because my poor little car was still sick so I did some yoga in the morning and then ...FINALLY...went to the gym at lunchtime, where I did some treadmill (with 10 minutes running) and some rowing.
And after all that, my shin still really hurts so I probably shouldn't have been running in the first place.
THE END.
posted by Cirque at 3:56 pm
3 Comments:
You are lucky, like me, to have teenagers who like to spend time with you. Now we just need to get those shins to behave ;-).
TA
A great post, Cirque, as usual! Love the 'last episode' & "our heroine" touch...always a good read & a touch of humour no matter what's happened during your day!
To answer your question on my blog, Cirque... yes, run out of sight on a dark night!
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