My Friday after-work. Time to get the heavy bag in place and work through some solid combinations.
It has been a day with several bowls of oatmeal, so I should be fit for the fight. This is my first boxing session of the week. The other days have been filled with walking, cycling and kettlebells. An OK week.
And because it is Friday, I thought an oatmeal stout would be the perfect finish. For anyone completely lost by now, it is a dark beer style closely related to porter. No luck finding one, though. Everyone seems to go for lager or pilsner on a Friday. A rather boring choice, if you ask me.
My apples are starting to turn red, and they are almost ready to go. And so am I.
First, another match with the boxing bag under the apple tree, with only one spider in the audience.
Then it was time for two apple pies. One classic, and one healthier version.
Last time, the healthier one did not exactly win the jury over, so this time I made a few adjustments. More honey in the oatmeal topping, and plenty of desiccated coconut.
apples are starting to turn red, and they are almost ready to go. And so am I.
First, another match with the boxing bag under the apple tree, with only one spider in the audience.
Then it was time for two apple pies. One classic, and one healthier version.
Last time, the healthier one did not exactly win the jury over, so this time I made a few adjustments. More honey in the oatmeal topping, and plenty of desiccated coconut.
My version of the Rumble in the Jungle. Not quite the way Foreman and Ali did it in Kinshasa in 1974, but probably the closest I can get in my own garden. Just the gloves and a reason to start exercising.
