Nobody has noticed how late today’s blog is. This means either nobody is reading it or nobody cares, or both!
The reason I am so late in blogging is my action packed day I, and I haven’t even made it into work yet!
So I got up super early to hit that 6am yoga class. Probably a little ambitious as I didn’t get back from work till well after midnight, but I made it! And I enjoyed it!
Covered with post-yoga slime I met up with Goffas and we made the early-ish trek down to Bondi for some surf ‘n snorkel.
I surfed , she swam. I got hit by a deadly wave of blue bottles, she didn’t. The sting itself wasn’t too bad. Stingy, a bit sharp, but manageable. It’s the aftermath that was horrible.
At first my leg got a little hot, then a ghastly achy pain made itself known in my groin (I needed a cold compress and a firm hand!). My whole leg was hot and I felt waves of heat running up my body. Then as we sat down to breakfast it felt as if I had the most excruciating hip, pelvis, back and groin injury. The Australian Winter Olympic team’s entire injury list was being made apparent on the right side of my lower body.
I felt sick with pain and had waves of nausea. I couldn’t sit still it was so uncomfortable. I writhed, grimaced, moaned yet somehow managed to still eat my toast.
About an hour later the muscle pain subsided and in another hour had completely vanished. So weird.
Of course after all that drama I was shattered and had to have a little lie down to recover…
Still haven't mastered new camera's exciting features such as focus
Top: Moji shirt from last night casually worn over a red singlet
Bottom: I have really taken to wearing these particular Xmas gifted jeggings to yoga. They actually cover my crack, a miracle in leggings!
Accessory: The bed is surrounded by denim. Strewn across the end of the bed, around the bed, on the floor, the hanging wardrobe is overloaded, bags everywhere. And to the beach I took a denim shoulder bag, denim wallet, denim yoga mat, blah blah blah
There was another outfit change after the bed wear, but being silly I forgot to photograph me in my mow-the-lawn gear. I looked great. Honestly. I always do.
Off to work gear…
And now I have to rock into work with just the faintest burning sensation around my leg where the blue bottle draped itself.
Sometimes I think I'm headless. Now I know it's the truth because fancy new cameras don't lie
Top: Cute VG denim shirt. Yes, this new camera is taking some mastery. I keep forgetting to set the focus, set the aperture, set the self timer. By the end of YoD should get some decent images
Bottom: Gap jean loaners or donators, I’m not sure
Accessory: Goffas given denim Japanese bag, red wine spillage completely invisible