The opening of either the Eiffel Tower or the Statue of Liberty. And I’d make sure I had a damn good seat too!
Random question posed by the machine so people will have something to write about… hell. I’m in.
I wouldn’t have a clothing line in a screaming fit. Back in one of my previous lives, I used to work in the rag trade. Ladies clothing, to be exact. And while I loved it, I also know how difficult it is for everyone involved, nothing comes easy. Oh, unless you’re the person at the top and don’t have to worry about losing money hand over fist on a daily basis.
Then I think I’d call it ‘Amoeba’, and make hippie type stuff for tourists. Expensive though, so it’s not made in India by 12 year olds. Maybe *shudder* organic dyes and fabrics. Go for the warm, touchy feeling mong bean munching soy latte sipping types.
Gosh. I think I found my next life… Once I win the lottery that is!
That looks very melodramatic. Perhaps a little too much so, although I feel that lower case wouldn’t quite cut it.
Today, I was going to do sprints. After waking up at 0330, I lost all my motivation by the time I got home from buying a new crop top, so I had a snooze instead. After my little hour long kindy kip, I set off with a spring in my step, and three new squash balls in my kit bag, pumping my arms to my goovy toons on my phone, all ready to warm up with a little squash, then hit the machine for a couple of k’s.
Except it’s Saturday.
And the gym shuts early on Saturday.
Why? I have no idea. But it’s always shut early on Saturday. And Sunday too. So why I managed to forget, I am at a loss. Not to be outdone, I went to the pool instead, and actually managed to do some laps. 500m worth to be exact, with a break at the 50m mark (an improvement on breaking at the 25m mark, which wasn’t *that* long ago)… 100m freestyle, 100m breaststroke, 100m freestyle, 100m breaststroke, 100m lie on my back and use diving kicks to motor (okay – putter) along. I believe my hips will be complaining tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I will do sprints. The gym opens at 9am, and if I don’t do the road before 9, then I’ll use the machine. You just watch me!