My judgement has been appalling today. When I discovered at 4.30am that I had no hot water I should have gone back to bed rather than having an ice cold shower that I squeaked all the way though.
When the train in front of mine broke down I should have turned round and gone home rather than doing what ended up being a 2 hour 45 minute commute.
What made me listen to myself when I suggested a bit of a swim before aqua aerobics I don’t know. Well, I do actually. It’s because the fatness has reached my toes. They have been exploding from my socks. Look:
So, after 60 lengths I started the aqua aerobics class. And within 10 minutes was wondering if I could escape without anyone noticing…it’s blimin’ hard work! But then the woggles came out (called noodles these days). And I got one! And I got a ‘floatation belt’. And a pair of foam dumbbells. It turns out that a girl can have too much buoyancy. My noodle in particular refused to behave and I felt more like I was wrestling a family of crocodiles than doing an exercise class.
Anyway, it turns out that my inability to complete an exercise class without having a giggling fit might be less of a pole issue and more of a Pog issue. I enjoyed it though. And I am not cut or bruised. And I am already aching so it must have worked my muscles. I just hope that includes my tubby toes…:o)