22 April, 2017
WHMP: 22 April 2017
Today I traveled back to Adelaide from Mum’s place. Because I knew my arse was going to be parked in the chair for multiple hours, I got up this morning and did a 5km walk enjoying the beautiful scenery before back to city walks.
Just in case a standard walk wasn’t enough for me I thought I would spice things up a bit and do some solo mud wrestling! Okay, okay, that sounds like too much fun and I in fact slipped on the wet muddy clay and went arse over tit! Not at all graceful or elegant, in fact I am pretty sure I dropped like a sack of potatoes!
There were four positives out of my mud wrestling adventures:
- I wasn’t hurt
- It was on a vineyard track with no people or kangaroos around to witness
- I had to carry some extra weights for the last 1km of about 5kg of mud on my clothes and in my hair
- I had a massive abs workout from laughter when it happened and more so when I returned back to Mums and she cracked up in laughter seeing me.
Food intake was less than desirable today as my normal 3 1/2 hours trip took nearly 5 hours thanks to a cranky and bored passenger in the back and since I didn’t eat my way through this stress I decided on coffee instead. However, I think it wasn’t the greatest choice as it beyond bloated me and even had a cheeky vomit at Truro. I think this was more because of the bite of Lochie’s chicken tender that was pure salt and oil. Convenience foods are officially revolting!