Fallacious wee imp!

As a canny Scotsman, I absolutely hate waste of any description but the waste that I hate the most is that of food. The trouble with being the only non salad dodger is that when you buy things to make a nice healthy salad, you inevitably start eating it for days afterwards. So today I have an exact replica of the lunch that I had yesterday, it was lovely so not too much of an inconvenience and at least it is not soup!

Made it back to the gym for Body Pump and RPM this morning. Ankle seemed to hold up well enough. I took the attitude in Body Pump that it was better to be there doing light weights than lying in my bed looking at the ceiling. I didn't manage the lunges or the squat jumps and had to settle for rows instead of the clean and press but all in all quite happy.

I had convinced myself over the last few days that I would never be able to ride an RPM class ever again. I held my breath as I sat on the bike and clipped myself in - was that wee irrational voice that has been gnawing away at my subconscious for days correct? Would I have to give up RPM? No, it wasn't and no I wouldn't - managed it without any drama whatsoever. All good in the hood Couple of twinges in the standing climbs but other than that, all good in the hood - so, so, so relieved. It felt great and I had my great friends Jen and Douglas either side of me, and with a team like that, you can do anything and go anywhere!