Another great couple of weeks working out with Michael.

We’ve done all sorts, boxing for the first time with me standing on my crutches instead of our usual seated position, very hard and challenging; working out with the fitball on wet grass, wild winds and light rain, and throwing balls; trying to hit make-shift cricket stumps which was just another excuse for cricket obsessed Michael to try and convince me that his favourite game isn’t just the dullest ever.

Having not learnt his lessons last week, where he declared that I would never be able to hit the stumps, and I did on my second thrown and two other times including with a left hand throw, Michael decided today (his rules not mine) that he would do 5 press-ups in the wet ground if I managed to hit the stumps. 15 press-ups later…I’m LMAO!

I enjoyed that last wicked laugh after Michael asked me today if I was taking the pathetic pills. The cheeky so and so. But don’t go feeling sorry for me just yet, I give just as good as I get!

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