I have not been well this week, suffering I think with the virus that Maggot 2 and LO both had. I sense I am coming out the other side of it now, which is rather good since being ill sucks.
So, what can I tell you about the last five working days. It has all been a bit "sausage machine" if you know what I mean. Solution in, solution done, escalation, solution out, solution in, solution done, escalation, solution out . . . You get the picture.
As you know, Maggot 2 plays football for a local team now, and one of the dads mentioned last time that they are planning a dads' match. This sounds interesting, and I am keen to play, since I have realised a couple of very important things:
- I still love the idea of playing football
- playing so much with the Maggots, my eye is still in, a bit
- I am woefully, and I really do mean woefully, unfit.
This last point is something that I am starting to address. I am doing what I think is rather grandly called "interval training", or in my case, one-minute jobs back from school run, and I also plan to add in some early evening sessions, ideally with LO if I can drag her sorry ass out.
I am also doing daily exercises first thing for my back, and also a bit for vanity. I am doing a mixture of back exercises, yoga, stretches, sit-ups and press-ups. It is a little routine I do in about ten minutes, to generally keep my back supple, to strengthen my core, which will help the lower back, oh, and to enhance my guns so I look buff.
The last one may be both an exaggeration and bluff. As you know, us body-building types are full of swagger and not much else.
It is a quiet weekend; football Saturday, no match Sunday and other than that, nothing else in the diary, which is exactly what I need.
I hope you have a great weekend, and speak next week.