This is my front door…..
(bare with me it will get marginally better)
this is the tennis racquet
I pushed and squeezed (encouraged by the pouring rain), first one leg in then the right bum cheek, then for one scary moment I was stuck prevented from going any further by my chest, fortunately they are used to be squished in to sports bras so with a bit of encouragement I was able to by-pass the first one. There I was literally half in, half out of the door, briefly I wondered if I was really stuck. With brut force and a wet left body I fell in to the porch cursing the person who left the tennis racquet in the porch instead of putting away in the garage! Grrrrrrrr
On the upside if I can squeeze through a gap this big maybe that diet is not needed after all.
Tuesdays complex interval session went well, once I had converted metres in to miles and written what was required on my hand. This morning was 6 miles before 7 am, where I spent most of the time being scared by scarecrows that are currently on display in the village. Some are very sinister.