Another night of sitting at home watching crummy Wimbledon 'highlights', as my back is just not up to fitness this week.
Oh, how I miss it already! The class will have just started, warm-up and chatting with H and L apologising for their fashionable late entrance.
I figured that it would be pointless turning up, even if it is the highlight to my week.
I bend, it hurts.
I twist, it hurts.
I stretch, it hurts.
I massage... I get nothing. Too deep maybe.
Yoga is a killer!
All this because people at work are too lame to help out once and a while.
Note to self - NEVER move the coffee machine by yourself!! Even when the cafe depends on it...
