Sunday is often thought of as a day of rest. That’s what I had in mind for today, anyway. Day of rest my ass! Yoga class was good, but the instructor was “Bliss”, who has a boot camp mentality. She’s funny and positive, and she works us pretty hard.
This afternoon I had to climb all over the roof and take the outside Christmas lights down, and while I was up there I cleaned the gutters and cut back some tree branches that were hanging over the roof. Using the branch cutter is not restful on the arms and neck.
I’m taking a break to write this, but in the back of my mind I know I still need to run a couple of miles with the weighted backpack. Ah, more restful activity!
Oh well, life’s too short to sit around watching football.