The Gym
It was my youngest sister's 23rd birthday today. I was, as usual, hopelessly disorganised as far as getting her a gift. In fact my dad was buying presents, so I asked him to get something from the list for me to give, and I can pay him later :-) Just call me the worst sister ever! I did fess up though when she opened her gifts, and we all shared a joke about it. My mum tried her hand at baking, and made a gorgeous carrot cake from one of Shelle's recipes, which was delicious, and worth breaking my diet for!
When I got home from school, there was a police van in my cul de sac. Strange. They were in and out of my neighbours house, and I was worried he might have been burgled. That's always been a worry of mine, being a new home owner and out all day at work. But I didn't like to ask what they were doing there- you can't really can you?
I was very naughty and traded my usual dance practice for gym instead. I just can't face standing around all evening, feeling hot and sweaty and completely overtired. Truth be told since the last match disaster I've kind of lost my motivation. I went to gym for 8:30pm, and it was nice to do something different. I managed to get my handstand forward roll sorted, and it was nice to know I could do it myself. I did some bar work with support, but it wasn't as good as Sunday, and I was a bit dangerous! The others were doing work for 'giants'- basically where you swing your whole body through handstands on the high bar. The coach wanted me to try as well, and it was good practice, although I don't think I'll ever be brave or strong enough to do that! With two of them holding me, I did a handstand on the bar. I left at 10:30pm feeling really positive. I had the usual bruises and pain, but it oddly feels good.
When I got home at 11pm, the police were still there, but there was also another van, and they were loading stuff into it. They said hello to me, so I asked if everything was ok. Turns out my neighbour has been growing cannabis... Guess you never really know who's living around you do you?!
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