Wednesday, July 21, 2010


The mower is dead. Well and truly dead. Maybe hubby can resurrect it when he gets back from Colorado. So the lawn, which is now about 18 inches high, has to be strimmed (for the Brits) or weed wacked (for the Americans). I'll do it bit by bit.

This week is a recovery week in the training schedule, which in practice means loads of workouts at a level of about as much as I can do. LOL. Plus I started back at ATA last night with sparring and combat weapons. It is unbelievable how hard a 2-minute round of sparring is. Anyway despite being tired and sore I headed for the pool tonight after work only to was closed. The sign said "Closed due to high chemical content". Whenever I see the word chemical I think of my stepmother - she is a chemist. Her pet peeve is the way people use the word chemical like it is something evil. Everything is made of chemicals. So with regard to the pool sign I wanted to say "What, you mean the pool is too full of water"? But I suppose it was chlorine or whatever. So fate had dealt its hand. I thought "I hurt and need to rest, and here's the break I need without feeling guilty". (I thought about swimming in the lake but as I'm on my own and am really tired I thought it might be foolish"). So I'm writing this drinking a beer instead! Only one though as I have a run in the morning before work and I'll do the swim tomorrow, provided the pool isn't full of chemicals. Sorry Norma!

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