Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
I have been thinking lately that I should be doing a tad more more exercise . . .
It’s not that I am entirely sedentary. I walk the dogs every day (except when it is over 35 degrees(C) outside because . . . well that’s just silly . . . )
I ride my exercise bike every day (although, I admit, some days I ride further than others . . . )
I even do (a tiny bit) of weight training every day. (Sometimes these sessions do get interrupted though, because any time I lie on my living room floor (regardless of whether I am hoisting a barbell or not) it seems to be an open invitation for the girls to play silly-buggers and lick my eyes, or tickle my feet or nip my ears, or, in Molly’s case, sit on my tummy and supervise from above. Last week Maudie even came over and laid her ball, ever so gently, onto my right eye socket . . . )
Anyway, I have been feeling that I possibly could . . . should. . . . maybe . . . kick it up a notch?
In the spirit of that thought, I decided that sketching my trainers might be a step (see what I did there?) in the right direction . . .
What do you think?