Well, it's been a quiet week here in the pueblo, my home. Not. We had some turmoil, now resolved, in our programming personnel. The core guys, Mark and Munish, continue to be superstars, so it's all good. They work so fast, I have to struggle to keep up with them, a good problem to have.
|Desert flowers near our place|
I'm still determined to be able to do at least one session of Krav Maga a week. Pretty modest goal for the kids in that class who are doing it with high energy, God bless 'em; a less modest goal for an older guy. Not that I'm old, but it requires a lot more cardio fitness and endurance than I have right now, so I'm building that stuff. It takes time. I'm happy that my shin splints I got from sprints (Bob sprints, not real sprints) are totally gone now, and that Kim understands all this exercise stuff and can tell me how to go at it right.
After I torture myself with interval training on the bike and the treadmill each morning, I get a little soak in the hot tub as a reward most days. Nice. To be honest, I actually look forward to the exercise each day, and that's a very good thing.