So i had every intention this week of starting my training program. You know the drill. Running, Cycling, swimming. All the usual.
However being born and brought up as a farmers son you soon learn that you don’t need a gym or a fancy bike to burn some calories and get fit. You also learn that this exercise/work is paid in tea and biscuits (minus the biscuits this time).
So with the above in mind and arguably the hottest weather in living memory this week i opted to help the old man out with a spot of fencing. Now i know what your thinking big white suits and a mask that resembles a bee keeper but no this involved 50 stoups (wooden posts to the non farmers in you) and a 16KG post knocker.
So its 19:00 at night and still 31c, what better way to spend a Thursday evening. oh through in the fact these where being knocked into an old dry stone wall bed that resembled nothing short of trying to knock the things into bedrock.
Anyway with a lot of persistence, even more sweat and the odd swearword the job was completed and i believe my fitness level improved a little :).
