Blood was 6.6 this morning - still too high, but we'll see what happens this week.
Started taking advantage of our membership of the leisure centre today - went gymming before work this morning. Then, at lunch, with the sun being so bright, I went walking down the Taff Trail as well.
I'm still not convinced I won't try and get some biking in tonight too, but whether that half-formed idea solidifies into anything of purpose, we'll see.
What I did solidify into a purpose earlier though was my first class.
My first non-GP Referral class kicks off at the generally Godawful time of 07.15 tomorow morning.
I'm doing a spin class. I've heard what it entails, and I'm doing it anyway. Not entirely sure this speaks well of my sanity, btu what the hell, it's booked now (I can hear Karen Slinky laughing her ass off in the background, incidentally; she's been trying to get me to go to a spin class with her for months now - come on over, Kar, now the world is my exercising oyster!)
I may well not post an entry tomorrow. I may be dead. I only survived the Zumba by hiding at the back and doing very little of it (and that was easy lard-arse zumba for wusses). This full-fat, unpasteurised, burn your ass off spin class may be the final nail in my coffin, or may prove positively addicting to the stubborn bastard in what others would call my soul.
Let's have some fun!
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