*flops*

[deathpixie]

Second session with the trainer, and she wasn't about to let me slack off. Punching mitts tonight, which she may regret given the force my punches still have (well, the right at least - the left is as weak as a kitten in comparison), squats with a bar across my shoulders, various machines and some interesting stomach muscle crunches involving one of those big inflated balls. I'll go in tomorrow for my appointed cardio time and work out the kinks that are bound to appear given the work I did tonight.

Oh, for the not-a-con people who may be wanting to know, Phil made it from the airport to Sydney on his bike just fine, and managed to catch his train. I met him for dinner tonight and got proof of his continued existence. *grins* Also the first three episodes of the new Doctor Who on DVD and the whole Black Books series to date. Which makes for a happy geek girl.

Sleep now. 5:00am wakeup again tomorrow. The less said about work today the better, although they did find that missing plane on Mt Hotham, which means we get to use the disaster investigation guys. And probably go for the DNA identification - apparently the plane caught fire after crashing.

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[qodarkness.livejournal.com]

Heh! Tend to smack the squeeze something severe when he goes the punching mitts on me. He has to hold back - seriously, can you imagine me trying to deal with him hitting the mitt hard? I would go backwards quickly!

But did a training session with him and another girl once - we had one mitt each - I was punching the absolute crap out of my mitt and she was doing little girlie punches. It was most amusing.

Great workout, though.

A