I woke up Sunday morning with two big pains: my heels. O. M. G.
My back was a close third. Just lots of getting my back worked on Saturday without much sympathy from the rather odd group I play rugby amongst. Heck, one offered to take the twoonie sized chunk of skin from my heel and get it stuff for posterity, like a moose head up on the wall.
Yup, those are the guys.
Anyway, I was in a fair amount of physical discomfort on Sunday morning. I wanted to stretch and get my body moving; I did a walk to Tim Hortons for the Sunday morning coffee ritual. That was a good start to the day. Read the paper and found a few ideas for my next research project, but more or less stayed low key for the morning.
11am saw me at the Fitness Depot in Burlington for a kettlebell class. That was 75 minutes of intensity. I'm used to working out at a certain level, but the instructor took the class a but higher than I have been used to on my own. At the end, I was pretty sweaty and the humidity didn't help very much. Neither did the DOMS from rugby, nor the gaping wounds on my heels.
I got home and took my kids to do the week's grocery shopping. I was somewhat mindless, and tried to stay with a list. However, since I had two extra sets of grabby hands, I ended up with a lot more gluten-laden food than I expected.
Dinner was a combination of stir fry and noodles. It was good, but kind of bland. It filled me up and I let one child do piano and took my other child out to do some gardening. The expected rain that was supposed to fall all day never happened, and my top seeded lawn needed some watering. We "supervised" the lawn being watered and had a great conversation.
I went to bed too late, after trying to get my wireless network back up to snuff, following a rather harrowing weekend. Seems nothing but my laptop is logging in. Not my desktop, not my wife's laptop, not the Apple tv. Drag.
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