Saturday did a 1 hr swim - 10 mins freestyle, to mins backstroke alternating. Notice my right arm had less range of motion than my left. Felt it in my abdominal region - perhaps still need to stretch the right psoas a bit more than the left. Find it easy to catch up the right hand with the laft but unless i concentrate i want to sweep my left away before the right reaches it because it's more work bringing the right up.

Sunday - spent all day threshing grain with my sister's help. Defeated it! No more Fing grain threshing! Had to start early - be at my sister's at 7:30 so i didn't get a workout in early.

Finished late and had a job interview on Monday morning so i didn't get to train then either. The interview went ok i guess - not really sure.

Monday night also nothing Can't even remember why now but i suspect i'm just a woss really.

Tuesday i decided playing catch up on missed workouts like i had planned to do originally last week was a waste and i do have more than one sprint type session and more than one interval type session a week.

From that point of view maybe living in the past and attempting to play catch up on missed workouts is a bit demotivating and pointless. I guess things will come up and sticking to a routine is not made any easier by playing catch up. i will endeavor not to miss any sessions but if i do then perhaps it is to be expected sometimes until my job hunting, uni and occasional work commitments are structured in a less chaotic fashion.

Tuesday i didn't get to do anything until the evening. I'm house sitting for my brother at the moment who has a dog less than a year old. She's a whistler - already just about full grown, jumps up to lick my face with ease (often) and is very very hyperactive.

I wanted to go for a run but his area is unfamiliar to me and just when i planned to leave there were a couple of ferals having a roudy arguement out the front. rather than risking a "what the f**k are you lookin at" incident i decided to run around te back yard with the dog.

His back yard is almost the same size as a basketball court plus there is an under cover car port which is empty we could run into.

Played for an hour with 2 X 3 min breaks.

Rules of the game:

1) who ever carries the bit of scrap rubber (used to be a ball i think) runs away from the other one.

2) I'm not aloud to stop moving but she does making me a fool for running around trees since she can stop and wait to see which direction i'm coming from but i can't do the same with her.

3) no wrestling - i figured it wouldn't be so aerobic if i grabbed her and wrestled to get the rubber. It would mean I'd have to stop running which was not the point.

I think I won. Sure i had to break it up into three intervals to survive but when i stopped for a drink so did she.

Sure i had to do that partly because there was no way I was getting that rubber but she never grabbed it off of me eiter.

Sure the only times I did get the rubber were when she decided to drop it to chase the cat but i think that comes down to concentration and keeping your eye on the ball.

It was good, very tiring but not a really consistently high heart rate like a normal run. I think the continual changing directions worked my legs quite hard as well as the intermitant bursts of speed. Probably had a lot more benefits than a normal one hour run really and i had fun in a juvenile way.