It was a busy weekend, after getting builds out about 10pm on Friday I started my nocturnal activities, there was dancing, the YMCA may have been involved, perhaps some air guitar was played, perhaps I upgraded to leg guitar. Who knows!
The burn begins…
I was on the road early (well 11am) and barring a quick stop to collect the beautiful and talented Beth Stokeld, it wasn’t long before I was in a pool doing lengths, then it wasn’t long before I was out again apparently eyes and algae treatments aren’t a good combo.
The burn spreads…
Pull up bars are a great idea, they provide a good work, and so it would seem does putting one up. After twenty pretty gruelling minutes of hand screwing into wood I was done, and of course wonderfully bested by my uncle.
The burn is aflame…
Another swim after dinner, another 60 lengths of mixed strokes and a nasty bump on the head.
The burn is a wild fire…
What could come on Sunday to prolong this then? How about a day at the cricket!
Time in the nets followed by my first ever adult innings, oh and did I forget to mention my first duck. That’s right, duck. I top edged a drive to Mid-On straight over my ear to second slip. Out for a buggering duck!
The burn is out of control…
Another swim once back from the cricket, this time wearing goggles straight off the bat (the only thing off my bat to go well that day)
The burn is a Towering Inferno…
Monday is football and though the fire is up my back, across my shoulders and through my quads I made a run out. Maybe the burn is good for me, but a goal spree and a trip to Narnia later and I’m feeling damn fine.
A Blaze Ablaze…
So what am I taking from all this? I’m going to try and sustain the burn over the next few weeks. I’ve got an agressive new regime of push ups to tone my arms and I’ve got running, jumping and skipping for the rest.
I’ll let you know how it goes, or, you know, someone will let you know I’ve died,
Jack
(He burns, burns, burns a ring of fire)
