Today was quite lovely, so I took a few wee snaps with the iPhone on the way to work (all the better for Jano to stalk me).
Why yes, I do indeed wear daggy runners while walking to work.
I got distracted at that point, no, I don’t work on the light rail tracks.
I was really not feeling going to the gym at lunch time today. In all honesty, I’d much rather have gone shopping: to check out the new Lincraft store (in the old Gowings building) or to see if I could join the utterly crazy lines at Haigh’s Chocolates for easter goodness.
The revolting thing about this fitness stuff is that if you want to maintain any level of health and un-lardishness you have to commit to it for The Rest Of Your Life.
Which is quite horrible prospect indeed.
The Rest of My Life.
I’d don’t know why I wasted all that time (and $$$$$$) having my teeth whitened at the Dentist when I could have done it at the Shopping Centre!
Sadly, no-one was availing themselves of the opportunuty.
For those of you who are not following my terribly interesting twitter stream, Don and I are planning a wee kayaking adventure tomorrow. I haven’t been kayaking since I was 12 and Don hasn’t been in a paddle propelled watercraft for equally as long.
Sartorially, I’m all at sea (ha! kayak pun!). What on earth does one wear when one is kayaking?
Whatever I wear, I suspect there will be maximum soreness.