I had a training session with Dan Dan the training man today. He decided 'we'd' have a CV day today or as I class it, a very sweaty day as opposed to the just plain sweaty day. The cross-trainer, bike and rower were the chosen instruments of torture but we ended the session with my favourite - boxercise.
Gloves on, seconds out but with a difference. As the weather was almost springlike, and I was turning radish coloured, we went outside to boxercise. The fresh air was welcome as we took up our spot on the grass behind the gym which happens to be next to a motorway. Strangely the audience of reps in Renaults didn't bother me and I was soon pounding away at the pads.
And then it happened. I got honked by a passing truckie causing me to momentarily stop and run around in a Rocky style victory dance. Anyone who suggests the truckie may have been honking at Dan can go forth. Tomorrow I may try and get a wolf whistle from a builder and most certainly I will not be happy unless I get two honks during any future al fresco boxercising.
Of course, if I am Rocky that makes Dan 'Mickey' by default.
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