
While my upper body strength is not what it used to be I still had the skills to let me scramble to the tops of the wall without thinking too much about it. Yay. Having trained with Paul, just the day before my lats were screaming by the time I reached the top each time, but they recovered in time for me to do it a few times before retiring to lunch. Belaying the children took some toll on me as well, so I felt I had achieved some kind of acceptable level of activity for a Sunday.

I must have had a premonition about the state of my body by Monday morning, so off I went this morning to see Margaret of the magic hands, so that I could push through to another training session with Paul. The upside: I jumped on the scales this morning and I have lost 5kgs since I embarked on this adventure nearly 3 weeks ago. Woo hoo. Paul is happy with me as he has been cranking up my weights quite a bit during that time as well. I am feeling more clear headed and together than I have for a long time - what a great investment in my lifestyle.
So the answer to the original questions is that they both happen on Sundays.
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