Feeling Athletic

I got woken up by torrential rain and strong winds this morning about 4:15am and briefly thought ... woohoo it'll be real easy to say ... ahhhhhhhhhhh fek it ... I aint going to the gym, however when the alarm went off at 5, i got up and took off to the gym ... and it wasnt raining or even windy - but it was warm - weird weather.

I had a great workout, sweat my arse off and was really pumped by the time I got to work after picking up my fruit and vogels for breakfast from the supermarket.

Basically spent the day in meetings. I had arranged to meet an ex-colleague up the other end of town for coffee late this afternoon and decided after we'd caught up I'd ... wait for it ... go SWIMMINGGGGGGG. As it turned out my late afternoon meeting was cancelled and I just about rang him and said ... lets take a rain check ... but then the "good Leenie" gave me a kick up the arse and MADE me walk down the other end of town (about 25mins) to meet up for coffee and then she MADE me carry on to the gym and hit the pool for half an hour ... THEN SHE MADE ME get in the sauna for 10 minutes before she MADE me walk back down the railway station (about another 20 minutes) to come home.

Needless to say ... I am shagged. My eyeballs are just about closed, thank god I'm a touch typist or this entry wouldnt be making a whole lot of sense right now *giggle*.

I so love that absolutely knackered athletic feeling. In my own mental sense it makes me feel alive again. LOL

I know when I'm tired, I start to talk crap LMAO!