My arms are dead, my juice is too heavy to be lifted to my lips...I feel about 100 years old...then, after an hour of invigorating torture, I decided what better way to relax then to jog around the block?
while I was still warm...dog in tow...If u have met Ella, she is mad and whilst I appreciated being dragged up the hill that is my street, i didn't appreciate her trying to stop for a pee or to eat a snale when i was getting my pace on!
Don't get me wonrg, I loved the badminton, I am very competitive and i pretended the shuttlecock was certain people's face's, so i was what my instructor described as an aggressive player! The cheek....you should have seen my partner's death return, i heard the shuttle whistle past my ear several times but my reactions were nothing matched to the speed of that evil swing!
On the plus side, after an evening of activity I hardly ate any dinner...no, not because I can't pick up my fork, but i am simply not hungry and i will not ruin all my hard work and effort...
Eitherway, I am off to bed, as tired!! xx
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