Gluttony

Not your standard type of gluttony, though. Nope, I didn't inhale a 2 litre tub of hokey pokey icecream sprinkled with a crumbled Flake or six. Nor did I chow down on a blue-grilled T-bone steak with crispy kumara fries smothered in garlic mayo.

Uh-uh, none of the straightforward food-based gluttony for me.

I am officially a glutton for punishment.

Obviously my exercise schedule isn't enough for this masochist. I can't be satisfied with six gym workouts, 2 aqua classes and learning to skip.

Tonight I let the boss talk me into going to boxing with him.

One hour of punch combinations, bag work, pushups (I still do girls' ones), squats and killer ab stuff to finish it off. And we started with 5 minutes of skipping - during which I only stopped half a dozen times due to entanglement issues.

I'm now sitting in my hotel room (I'm in Auckland) quietly aching. I suspect that might turn into pretty damn rowdy aching by morning.

And, yes, I loved it.

By the way to the Auckland bloggers: I'm only in Auckland one night this week, but starting the week after next I'll be here three days a week for at least a month. We'll have to get something organised...