Slack Arse

I realised last night that I've done no bloggable exercise since Wednesday night.

A few walks to the local shops over the weekend, and maybe 4 hours gardening (digging over weeds and levelling ground).

Had an aborted visit to the Physio on Saturday - after sitting in the waiting room for half an hour, I walked out. Andrew phoned about half an hour after that to apologise, and gave me a 5-minute phone consultation. Handed over some dive gear to a mate in Ringwood (which is really why I had to leave), and wandered through a few gardening shops on the way home. Then a reasonably lazy weekend.

Street-O tonight. With the start of daylight savings, I'll do Street-O on Mondays and Wednesdays, and maybe Thursdays if I'm feeling enthusiastic. Which is going to make it hard to also run (walk!) in the mornings if you're meant to let your body rest. So *lightbulb on* I do renovating/gardening stuff in the mornings. Best time of the day really, before the heat kicks in. So I said to myself last night, "get out of bed at 6am". Ha ha... well, I was awake at 6, but didn't emerge until well after 7. So groggy... with no real excuse as to why.

confessional:

Weight	74.3 kgs ▲
Walking	12.6 kms