Exercise: 4.82km Bike ride & yoga
First, sleep in. IT’S THE WEEKEND!
Second, head winds are the work of the devil. The heavy rain that started half way through made me want to curl up in a little ball and DIE. The pooch, however, thought it was all wonderful and spent 5 minutes rolling around in the mud at the golf course. At least someone enjoyed themselves.
Third, YOGA IS PAINFUL! This is the first time I’ve done the whole routine, and I can feel how un-stretchy my muscles are. Though I do think the people on the video are actually freaks that have no bones so I shouldn’t compare myself to them. It was actually quite relaxing despite the pain, and it should be good to improve my muscle strength and flexibility.
Quit update: Well, at lunchtime I still hadn’t had a smoke. Hmm. Wondering if that’s because I slept until 10am? Definitely smoked a lot less today, and not JUST because I was too sore. Still no side effects as far as I can see from the meds, and if anything I am sleeping slightly BETTER than before. That really isn’t much of an achievement though. Insomnia sucks.
Dream Diary: I had trouble falling asleep last night. When I did, I dreamt about going to a bar with my twitter friends. The bar had the same name as the one we attend for twitter gatherings, but looked NOTHING like it, being very dark and dingy. The staff were extremely unfriendly, and when I asked for a Corona they gave me a ‘Corona Zero’. The girl standing next to me explained it had a straw which was lined with Cocaine and looked like a cocktail. It tasted like a fruit tingle and I drank three in a row to no effect. Perhaps dream-me is immune to Cocaine?
When next I approached the bar, and asked for a Corona, the girl (who looked like a vampire. Or a drug addict. Hard to tell the difference) served me some kind of non-alcoholic flavoured water. Sigh. Dream me was getting quite angry and said “Look, just give me a beer!”. She pulled a Corona out of the fridge and proceeded to pour it into another bottle, which had cigarette butts in the bottom of it… EWWW! I said “Look, don’t fucking worry about it, I’ll ask the other bar girl”, and the next thing I knew I was being approached by bouncers and asked to leave. Actually, to “get the fuck out” if I remember correctly. Then they picked me up and launched me out the door, which was fine because I did a commando roll and landed facing them giving them the finger.
None of my friends appeared to care that I was thrown out and just carried on drinking inside. Hmpf. The rest of the dream was a bit vague, but I do recall ending up at a rave, on my own, which was directly across from the bar I had been kicked out of. So THERE. My dream friends should have come with me because it was AWESOME. That’s what they get for being arseholes.