There was quite a bit of talk today about the footwear of choice when there are anti-capitalist protests in town. Though many people had gone for the obvious choice of flat shoes in order to run away from the protesters, I did hear about one girl who was wearing the spikiest heels she owned, in case she needed to use it as a weapon. Since I had both trainers and heels, I was equipped for all eventualities.
I forgot to tell you that I can now do boy press ups, not girlie ones. Again, Jeegar was a bit sceptical about this, but it is true.
This is how motivated I was today: I went to the gym despite three separate invitations to go to the pub. (Motivated, or sad, you might say).
I managed to print my programme out and then accidentally leave it on the printer – there are all kinds of ways to sub-consciously sabotage yourself.
Anyway, I remembered quite a lot of it: I did cross training, lunges, squats, rowing, triceps, biceps, plank, sit ups on the ball, and this other thing which you do on the ball which I don’t know the name for. And then I did some running but only for a kilometre. I’m not going to feel bad about that.
There’s something about exercise that makes me all emotional. When I saw Michelle Obama hugging those school kids from north london, I wanted to weep with joy. Even though I’d already seen exactly the same clip about four times on the news today. She is glorious. The Standard did a whole page about how she is not wearing tights. Right, that’s what’s important. And she’s from Chicago! This is probably sub-tropical by comparison. Even I’m not wearing tights. I went to vote in my shorts. I think Michelle would be proud of me.
