Streeeetch!

Monday always arrives like a smack in the chops...

Unexpected, unnecessary, leaving me out of sorts and discombobulated... from the moment the alarm goes off (two hours too early for any normal person) until the last traffic jam has been cleared on the way home, Monday's tend to be grumpy days...

So do I sprawl on the sofa, or take to drink on a Monday evening? no I take myself off to bootcamp! I always end up shattered but somehow more relaxed... Concentrating on how much my legs or arms hurt seems to pull me back into myself, and creates some distance from the politics of work...

So this is me, post bootcamp stretching out some of those cricks and knots, before scoffing more food than you could possibly imagine...