Well Im alive. I survived the gym. And Im feeeeeeeelin goooooooood!! Ive gotta be honest though...I only did a teeny little gym session as my trainer was a bit of a pain in the backside and made sure I didnt hurt myself. In fact, he kept telling me to slow down or youll break something. I like to think he wasnt talking about the machinery...anyways, despite being a complete killjoy, he was pretty darn cute... Then he sent me packing off to the spa for an hour of nipping between the Oriental steam room that smelled like Jasmine; the salty infinity pool with the whale-y music that made me feel a bit self-conscious being in a swimsuit - kinda like the pod calling me home; the hot, hot, HOT sauna that actually hurt it was so hot; then finally into the freezing plunge pool which made everything perk up again, just like it was once upon a teenage time (the effects are only temporary however, much to my dismay). So, me saying Im off to the gym, was more like a bit of a sneaky little chill out...which I didnt expect, but I really needed! And the kiddos all benefitted too; they had extra Dragon training (dont ask), extra bedtime stories and extra, extra huge huggles before bed!! All because Mumma Monz can breathe again... p.s. For those who dont know me, Monz Man is a personal trainer...the very same cute one mentioned above ;-)
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 19:29:48 +0000
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