Last night at 4am Maarja and I became the Estonian foosball champions. Apparently.
That’s what happens when you turn up off the street semi drunk and declare yourself as a player. The poor bastards didn’t like losing. They didn’t like losing three times in a row, either.
The gym is fun, but deadly. Tim and I are now participating in HIIT, or high intensity interval training. Basically you just jog for about 2 minutes then sprint your balls off for 30 seconds, then jog for another 2 minutes etc. It’s hard. It’s also meant to be very effective at developing your fitness and also at burning calories. I hope so. My stomach is still in cramps.
Now I’m eating nuts and dates. That sounds a bit sexual, doesn’t it?
yes it does