New Years at Sauble Beach in the rain. There have been better plans. Better outcomes. But fun still, with the actual celebration captured by my spiffy new video camera- if you look closely, you can see the carpet, the ceiling, the window careening past, and once or twice, human figures briefly appear and disappear. and there's lots of screaming. It's either cheap porn or my new years eve...
So my physio and chiro are wrapping up after nearly two years of constant bending, cracking, and zapping. It is a relief to be nearing the end of it, although having not gone all last week is leaving me with a pretty damn tight muscle in my back, which yelped in agony when Linda gently massaged my shoulders the other night.
Next is the gym membership thing. I suggested to Robin that we go now and then at lunch, since it's super close to both our works. He has actually been in the practice of going and spending an hour and a half to two hours there at a time. Nuts to that I say, and said, and we've agreed to the half-assed approach! Yay! We will get big muscles and impress chicks!!
BIG muscles. : )
