* "Hahaha, that's what SHE said . . ."
I was over seeing my mum in Hamilton at the weekend and she gave me a gymball that she'd apparently bought at a school car-boot sale (I didn't think schools did these kind of things but there you go!). "It's meant to be a great workout" we agreed.
Of course, I've read a lot about gymballs and how they're great for doing stomach exercises and all that crap.
What I DIDN'T realise was that trying to pump air into the ball was the hardest workout of them all!
After about fifteen minutes of pushing air into the ball, my arm was killing me, the pump itself was making a strange wheezing noise not dissimilar to my own unfit-as-fuck breathing, and . . . the gym ball was still mainly flat. But I persevered, including using my weaker hand. Still not much happening.
Eventually I had to give up.
And suddenly I realise that this post could be referring to something OTHER than a gymball.
Okay, I knew that already. (I was doing it on purpose). But I really AM talking about a gymball.
Which is, I might add, still largely deflated.
Onto other things. I am posting retrospectively at the moment due to being out last night, so my post on last night will probably pop up at some point tomorrow. In the meantime, in honour of "Cheer Me Up Tuesday", check out this article which boasts what people are calling the funniest complaint ever. I am inclined to agree . . .