I can’t believe it’s been four months (!!!) since my left knee gave out (followed by my spectacular fall up the stairs) and I had to stop going to the gym. Thanks to Sled, I was able to start doing some trigger point therapy, which helped a lot. In fact, I probably could have gone back to the gym a month ago, but with the end of the holidays, my birthday stuff, etc, I probably would’ve missed two weeks anyhow. So this is a photo of my gym that I swiped from their website. Those are the bikes I ride (for a whole hour!) and that’s one of the machines I use (left hand corner). It actually feels great to be back. For now, three days a week.
So to speak. Yesterday I found out that my physiotherapy appointment wasn’t going to be until July 9th, so I decided – FUCK IT – and went to the gym. It was also my first time out and about without using at least one crutch in almost five weeks. Checking back on 
Day after hols and back into Reality big time. First I hit the gym this morning (was really missing that) and ran into a guy I know there who told me that a favourite Pilates instructor is back next week, so I’m going to insert two classes a week into my gym schedule. Don’t get enough around to doing enough stretch and strength stuff on my own.
After what was probably one of the best Christmases ever, by the time my birthday was over and done with I’d had quite enough of holidays and celebrating… I’d also put on 1.5 kilos of the 5 I lost in September! So it was back to the gym big time. I decided that what I needed was to jump start my metabolism and for the past almost two weeks have been going to the gym every day (except Sundays). Not really sure if it works that way, but an hour of sweating it out on The Bike and light weight-machine workout has to be doing some good. And 
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