Just back from my daily workout.
In the words of Col. Jack O'Neill:
I thought the first two weeks would be the hardest (and they weren't a picnic, that's for sure) but this is turning into the week 'o' doom (and sweat, lots and LOTS of sweat).
I had to force myself through all of my cardio routine...and when I say "force", I mean I had to pick up each foot as an act of will and and move myself over to each machine.
I say again: EUCH.
Maybe I need more fibre. Or red meat. Or a bloody big drink.
Had fun today doing a little collaborative project with Mary: my sister suggested for Josie's 7th birthday that I buy her the latest "hot hits" album as Josie loves bouncing about to music.
Had a chat to Mary - Mary is Melinda's flatmate and one of those Music Maven types. She is Popular Culture Queen also. She took me on a guided tour of her iPod and we chose 17 tracks that were bouncy and not horribly overtly about - well, about the things rock'n'pop is usually about.
I drew the line at Muse and Blink 182, but otherwise there's some great stuff on the CD. I got a pink blank CD (as in: the CD is pink as well as the case) and did a cute little cover for the case. And thus the album "Just for Josephine" has come into being. Must send it up to her tomorrow so it is there in time. Who knows how slow the mail delivery is to Bemboka. What if the horse gets sick?