Another Tough Ride

Nikki and I went cycling again yesterday. We went a little further afield this time as it was a lovely day. We made it to Cafe Brazil where we sat outside for a bit as I ate my pizza and Nikki had her Greek salad, then we cycled directly home. Well, directly, apart from being unable to avoid the siren call of The Ginger Man, where we refueled with a couple of pints of delicious Full Moon Pale Rye Ale.

29:52

It's not exactly 3:59.4, but I'm proud of it. In my lunch hour, a couple of times a week, I do about 30 minutes of cardio exercise. I used to walk for most of those 30 minutes, then ran for most of them and now, most of the time, run for all of them. 3 miles is a distance I've been able to run for a while, but always in just over 30 minutes. I feel like I've been chipping away at it for ages and today finally beat it by 8 glorious seconds, so if anyone needs me, I'm going to be in my happy place for the rest of the day.

All Pain, No Gain

Before bed last night Nikki was brushing her teeth as I got undressed. She leaned out of the bathroom, looked at me and said, "Did you do weight lifting today?"
Delighted she noticed, I replied, "Yes! Do I look buff?"
"No," she says, "You're sighing and groaning a lot".