I’ve discovered the joy* of Pilates at 9am on Saturday mornings. I go with my 13 year old daughter who clearly has longer arms than me. Because no normal human should be able to stretch like that 😉 With it being so early on a Saturday morning, I’ve yet to arrive without a hangover or, frankly, sober. It’s very relaxing tho, at one point last week I may have nodded off.
Rugby of course. Pointless bike fettling. And then getting up at whatthefckoclock on a Sunday to drive the 90 minutes to Afan. Where a mate has some ridiculous idea of how many trails we can ride. Or as I’m thinking of it ‘as he can ride while I sit drinking coffee’.
First tho I have to walk the dog in the rain. He’s looking a shit load more enthusiastic about the prospect of that than I am.
* careful use of the word joy