Torture

Yet again it is roasting here, so much so that the government has started to announce health warnings about the current heatwave and piling out advice, but of course that doesn't stop me from going to the gym at noon, which probably wasn't the best thing to do :)

I've got a session with my personal trainer and he has decided that I'm far too comfortable with my current regime, and I have to say I probably agree with him :) So today he's shook my gym time up so I'm now doing cross training - cardio then weights, cardio then weights etc and he's also ot me using different weight machines too and a gym ball, which is interesting to say the least. Anyway I can categorically say that after 50 minutes of a rather gruelling routine every muscle in my body is aching and I've probably sweated enough fluid to fill a bath. I'm knackered, and in all honesty I'm not looking forward to going the gym next week when I have to go through it all again - the only blessing is knowing that it will get easier the more that I do it.

I should perhaps mention that before I went to the gym Phil and I popped into town - primarily to do some more separation from Rupert, but also to go and get a firewire cable so Phil can hook up the new camcorder to the computer so we can edit the footage that we take. I find it a bit stupid that it didn't come with one, but I suppose that would decrease the profit margin! I reckon we managed to be out of the house for 45 minutes or so, which is the longest Rupert has been left on his own, but when we get back he's been clean and doesn't appear to have gotten into much trouble either.

It also look like whilst I was out killing myself Phil has been playing with the camera and edited some footage we shot of Rupert yesterday and added a very suitable sound track to it as well, which when we figure out how to compress it to some kind of reasonable size I'll post on here.

I was going to do some cleaning downstairs this afternoon in preparation for Phil's parents arriving tomorrow, but it's just to hot to even move let alone think about expending some serious energy so we just spend the rest of the day relaxing and trying to stay as cool as possible, but do break the boredom by nipping to the fish and chip shop and tesco to get some dinner before all the very disappointed England football fans evacuate the pubs fully loaded on booze and frustrations.

By the evening the temperature has dropped enough for Rupert to regain his energy levels and he's in a very naughty mood indeed, including ripping up plants and the like. I figure its just because he's been disable for most of the day and now has lots of energy to burn off, so Phil and I do our best to knacker the little blighter out before he goes to bed.

Posted by Abi on the July 1, 2006 9:12 PM