Is anyone out there tickle’ish? Do you know that feeling when you are about to be tickled and you tense up and there is that fine line in thought between pleasure or pain….believe me, it’s pain! That’s the feeling every time I move, try to stand up, sit down….just keep working through the pain someone said…?!!
Day 1: After all the build-up, my alarm goes off on Saturday morning and I am ready and raring to go. ParkFit (should become a regular Saturday blog fixture for you all from mid April!). Boxing. An hour. A full hour, not one of those hours that fly by barely noticed. Stand up and box. Plank (press up without moving). Stand up and box. Plank. Sit ups and box at same time. Sit up and box. Now the cones….the small ones very low to the ground, not the big ones found on a Sunday morning on top of a telephone box or in someone’s hedge; run to your cone, and legs stretched out, get your chest to the cone then run back to the middle…..then the fast order…..to your cone, chest, chest, bum, chest, middle. Cone, bum, chest, right ear, bum, chest, middle…..and you need to be careful to make sure your legs don’t fail you when you have to do “bum” or squat…..would seriously slow you down running with a cone attached to your backside?!!
Not quite “I came, I saw, I conquered” more “I am still here”.
Sense of achievement? Not yet….too knackered for that…but a good knackered. Night all!
Day 2: Didn’t exactly spring out of bed……and anxious that my legs, arms, bum and tum wouldn’t work sufficiently enough to keep me from drowning in the pool but I was determined to go swimming so off I set…..and early as I was hoping everyone else would have forgotten about the clocks going forward and I’d have the pool to myself….which I nearly did to begin with. Eyes a bit bleary, in I jumped and off I swam taking no notice of which lane I was in. Before I knew it, more swimmers arrived and into MY lane….and trying to “swim me over”…trust me to have picked the fast lane….quick, under the rope to escape…phew, a close call!
It was harder work than I remember it ever being and certainly gets the heart rate thumping (and that’s before the threat of death by being run over by another swimmer). I will certainly do again but I am not sure it will be my favorite activity..…I think I get bored by myself, I do prefer the team work. Oh, and chlorine really is a persistent smell!
Day 3: Monday morning, work day, 5am start to do my commute to Poole, I hit the beach by about 8am and it’s beautiful….but just a fast’ish walk with the dog before getting to the office….was contemplating making Monday’s my “days off”, however, Friday’s are winning that as a bit too tricky with the evening commute and can never get myself sorted in the mornings to spend any time exercising…..SO….jogging on the beach after work it is and it will be good for my stamina!?! I get butterflies (why are these not called flutter-by’s?) just thinking about it…..I don’t like jogging….but hey, I need to get out there with an open mind or change of mindset, I haven’t done any jogging for a long time (because I never used to like it – how’s that? Better?!).
Posted 26th March
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