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A week of little sleep, heavy drinking and even heavier smoking (no, not the good stuff. More's the pity...) has finally caught up with me, it seems.
I woke up feeling quite good, if a bit groggy. The olds came around at around 11.30 to take me to Vic Market, and spent a fair bit on our groceries. Ah, there's nothing like guilting your mum (unintentionally, of course) by buying expensive Spanish mackerel at her suggestion, wincing at the price and then accepting various foodstuffs as compensation.
Anyway, once they drove me home, divvied up the groceries and they buggered off, I thought to myself - Hm. It's a nice day. Before I go to slave away in the Dungeon (ie. the lab), I should go to the gym.
Well, the weights weren't a problem. It was when got on the ergometer at the end. Having the week I've had, and not going to the gym for a while, and then rowing 500m in the time I did was not a good idea. Why? It was an hour ago and I still feel like I'm going to pass out.
So what's the moral of the story? Don't try to be good to your body. it will only punish you. Especially if you've treated it like shit for a week or more. Speaking of which, I hear my pouch of Bank and a strong coffee calling out to me.
I woke up feeling quite good, if a bit groggy. The olds came around at around 11.30 to take me to Vic Market, and spent a fair bit on our groceries. Ah, there's nothing like guilting your mum (unintentionally, of course) by buying expensive Spanish mackerel at her suggestion, wincing at the price and then accepting various foodstuffs as compensation.
Anyway, once they drove me home, divvied up the groceries and they buggered off, I thought to myself - Hm. It's a nice day. Before I go to slave away in the Dungeon (ie. the lab), I should go to the gym.
Well, the weights weren't a problem. It was when got on the ergometer at the end. Having the week I've had, and not going to the gym for a while, and then rowing 500m in the time I did was not a good idea. Why? It was an hour ago and I still feel like I'm going to pass out.
So what's the moral of the story? Don't try to be good to your body. it will only punish you. Especially if you've treated it like shit for a week or more. Speaking of which, I hear my pouch of Bank and a strong coffee calling out to me.