Rest day today, so no amazing exercise feats to report.
I think I might be at a risky stage of my recovery from this knee injury. Most of the time it feels okay now, but then I'll walk down a flight of stairs or stand up after sitting at my desk too long and it will give me a jab, just to say 'Oi, I'm still here to make your life slightly miserable'. I need to make sure I don't talk myself into going back into full exercise too soon.
Home from Auckland tonight. Some sleazy guy tried to chat me up on the plane. I jammed my headphones on as soon as I could and turned the ipod WAY up. Current ipod listening - Natalie Merchant on the plane, still Fat Boy Slim when I work out.
Just settling in to watch NZ vs Aus in the ICC semi-final (that's one-day cricket, for those who don't know). Given that it's in India and a 10pm start, I suspect I won't last long before slinking off to bed. Especially because I'm on my own - Mark is in New Plymouth and Jake has shot off to a mate's place to watch the game. No doubt he'll stay up all night, but he does have two study periods first up in the morning. He's only got another week of school left before they go on study release for final exams (not that study features highly on his agenda). And then my baby will have finished secondary school.
Yes, I am having a wee crisis about him turning 18 and going out into the big adult world.
2 comments:
Woohoo for being chatted up :)
Those rest days are hard, aren't they... it's a weird feeling when NOT exercising feels more wrong than exercising.
What a week! And then your baby has the nerve to grow up too.
Oh well, at least soon you'll be able to look forward to... oh no, I'm not even going to say it!
Sending happy thoughts to your knees from my ankes.
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