Training: Day Two
Not wanting to spend my Friday night at the gym (when it should be spent drinking ale and cavorting with wenches), I decided to get up and do my training in the morning.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEdvZiogwsY&hl=en&fs=1]Having not got be bed until 01:00 the night before, I accidentally slept in and had to race around the house to leave in time. Typically, having sacrificed breakfast for awesomeness, I had driven no further than my own house, when I realised the bloody recycling-bin-van-thing was blocking the entire road. The ENTIRE ROAD. It makes sense, I suppose; it’s not like anybody has to go to work in the morning, so what better time to block everybody in?
Anyway, I eventually squeezed past the lorry and made it to the gym in good time (clear roads – the Gods were smiling). Having had a manly heavy strength session the night before, I decided to embrace my feminine side and do some skipping and jumping. That’s right – skipping and jumping. What?
Everything seemed to go well; I skipped, I jumped, I rolled, I slid across the ground for fun – I even found time to gasp for oxygen! I did, however, also attempt to leap over a stack of 5…things, at which point I very nearly faceplanted. I am quickly realising that what I possess in primal desire to conquer, I lack in finesse.
Still, what use is finesse? This is baking – this is WAR! I mean, this is the GOLD CHALLENGE! … Upon reflection, I’m going to revert back to
THIS IS WAR!