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msssGetting in my posts before the strike tomorrow. I'm not entirely sure it'll work, but I'm mostly supporting people on my friendslist.
We also made it to pilates last week, where we got to play with roller tubes and rubber bands for the first time. That was fun. We are tossing up whether or not to take advantage of the Breathe birthday sale in March - 12 classes for the price of 10. Unfortunately, this applies to their new raised prices, but it's still a pretty good deal. On the other hand, there is that whole cash flow thing.
The weekend was exercise-free, due to circumstances that I'm sure you don't want to hear about. So was Tuesday, due to the hideous Melbourne weather on Monday night, where it reached, oh, a record low of 28.9 degrees (celcius). No, we don't have air conditioning. So I bailed on ballet and went home early and collapsed straight into bed. Fortunately, the cool change had arrived by that point.
Wednesday was a day trip up to Canberra for work - leave the house at 6 am, get home at 8.30 pm - including two hour-long flights. I find flying exhausting, and I'm beginning to subscribe to the theory that it's due to the lower air pressure and thus oxygen deprivation. So naturally I decided to go for a swim when I got home. I did my 20 laps, but it all just felt _harder_ for some reason. Plus there was the hitting my head thing. Breathing is important, yes, but so is watching for the end of the pool...
We also made it to pilates last week, where we got to play with roller tubes and rubber bands for the first time. That was fun. We are tossing up whether or not to take advantage of the Breathe birthday sale in March - 12 classes for the price of 10. Unfortunately, this applies to their new raised prices, but it's still a pretty good deal. On the other hand, there is that whole cash flow thing.
The weekend was exercise-free, due to circumstances that I'm sure you don't want to hear about. So was Tuesday, due to the hideous Melbourne weather on Monday night, where it reached, oh, a record low of 28.9 degrees (celcius). No, we don't have air conditioning. So I bailed on ballet and went home early and collapsed straight into bed. Fortunately, the cool change had arrived by that point.
Wednesday was a day trip up to Canberra for work - leave the house at 6 am, get home at 8.30 pm - including two hour-long flights. I find flying exhausting, and I'm beginning to subscribe to the theory that it's due to the lower air pressure and thus oxygen deprivation. So naturally I decided to go for a swim when I got home. I did my 20 laps, but it all just felt _harder_ for some reason. Plus there was the hitting my head thing. Breathing is important, yes, but so is watching for the end of the pool...
