...and let this week commence. Working late 3 days out of 5, I'll probably have forgotten what J looks like by the end of it. On the plus side, I'll get a break from Sote's 24/7 meowing. He's a chatty little fella. What he's trying to say, nobody knows. Maybe he has the answer to solving the energy problem? A solution to the Middle East conflicts? The ultimate unifying theory in physics? If only we could understand him.
|My little Einstein, contemplating the existence of the Higgs boson particle|
I started the week with lactic acid shooting out of my ears. Almost an hour of strength training, including lots of rehab exercises for the knee, pushing my hamstrings and quads as far as they would go, determined to keep as much leg strength running has given me as possible. Squats, lunges, balance board, and the most challenging one of all: standing on one leg with your arms over your head, sitting down on a chair and then standing up again. No, you can't just drop on the chair. That would be cheating.
It's nice to get my pulse up again, although I'm not sure I'm supposed to be able to hear it vibrating around the walls of my mouth cavity.