Hand up who has been working out this week? I would but I can’t because I joined the gym and now I’m so sore I can barely move, raising my hand isn’t an option right now. Two days at the gym and I’m toast. I thought I’d get up this morning and go for a run on the treadmill. Just to loosen up after two days weights. In the end just getting up was a problem. Any fitness experts out there that have an opinion on whether I should push through it and keep exercising – actually I think it’d be impossible right now as I can’t bend over to put my shoes on – or leave it til I’m healed, feel free to let me know what to do. And yep, all this fabulous muscle work done under the careful eye of a personal trainer setting me a program. I guess she found my limits, huh?!
So anyway. I sat a lot today. I typed. I wrote the outline for my new Big Picture Scrapbooking workshop, due to run in October this year.
I cruised the internet trying to catch up on the CHA news – if you have seen a really good write up on a blog, I’d love to see it, link me up!
I personally loved seeing Christine Middlecamp’s write up. Prima had some great pics of their own booth. Crate paper has some awesome layouts that were designed for their booth and they have some really cool products coming out too. Sassafras Lass has some cool CHA pics and products too.
My thrill from the last week – well, one of the thrills…. during my run last Saturday the volunteer fire siren went up. I was running only a few hundred metres from the fire station and sure enough it didn’t take long for me to spot the volunteer firemen in their cars – trying-to-stick-to-the-speed-limit-but-getting-to-the-station-as-fast-as-I-can whizzing past. I was about to turn down a sidestreet but being the fire-engine freak that I am (you know how it is, trains, fire engines, I’m fascinated with that kind of thing…) I decide to carry on toward the fire station. Just as I got near, the first fire engine left the station… lights on, sounding it’s horn loudly as it leaves as a warning to anyone that is near. I’m quietly disappointed I missed it, being so far away. but just as I near the station, the second engine decides to leave. Not only did I get to see it leave, but I had to jog on the spot and wait (musta looked a right twit actually, big grin on my face, jogging on the spot, waiting for the engine to leave). That one took off in a hurry too, I was left jogging along the path after it was gone, still grinning with the people in the cars going past wondering why anyone that looked as exhausted as me, doing the unfit-person-shuffle along the side of the road would be grinning so big.
Alrighty, more simple… enjoying telling stories again
laters
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