After the Saturday gardening, the Sunday run and the Monday work challenges, the idea of skipping training was appealing, but fortunately remained a pipe-dream.
Even as we drove to Haywards Heath, my right ankle and left calf were complaining about their respective tasks in the driver’s footwell. The warm-up jog was almost enough to finish me off entirely.
But once my body had got over it’s initial recalcitrance, we (being the collection of my body and various minds) had a fun session. After hurting my back the other week I opted for lower weights, but still pushed hard in other respects… apart from mirth, since Tony & Lee were out of speakable range and I was partnered with Graham, Denise’s (the instructor’s) other half.
The flow of ‘in-dolphins’ was palpable by the time we got home… all weekend and Monday pains & stresses forgotten! I’m even half inclined to consider taking a further class during the week!
It might even mean that I learn how to skip properly!