I went for a twenty minute jog today. It wasn’t as painful as I expected (I got to use my dinky new MP3 player, 128 MB, very pathetic 🙂 The catalyst for this spurt of physical activity is that I’m going ‘skiing’ (read: falling over then resigning myself to tobogganing and snowman making) soon and Damjan has told us all that we need to get fit. I’m not as fit as I used to be. I still can do an hour of high impact aerobics but that’s a bit different to running and cycling for ten kilometres, right?

Back in my day, I was able to beat nearly all the girls at that damned beep test/shuttle run in Phys Ed at high school. God, I hated the *beep* test. I loved PE, even the sit ups and rope climbing but the beep test ruined my whole PE year. It wasn’t so much the running; it was the turning around every time you hit a line. My joints hurted *whimper*

I saw Damjan’s taekwondo grading and that scared the bejabbers out of me. He was doing sprints and push ups and sit ups voluntarily. For fun. Oh, the pain! But there’s no denying he is much fitter than me and will probably get his money’s worth when we go skiing. So, I’m trying to get fit again…

In unrelated news, we’ve had a hiccup in organising our dinner dance for Dance Sport. It’s the big formal ball we have in September. We realised we didn’t include the costs of drinks and have to negotiate a new dinner package with the caterers. Bah, who needs alcohol to have fun. Maybe we can serve apple cider and milkshakes all night. I would be ecstatic! Mmm… milkshake.