No training at all on weekend. Had weekend away with friend at her property and there seemed to be a great deal of exercising our mouths instead. Exercising of mouth happened in two stages.
Firstly by "girl therapy". A two-day therapy session where we try and figure out the ridiculousness of a man's brain and his actions (or more like inactions). No progress was made on this front and we are still none the wiser.
The only way to get through "therapy" is with copious amounts of wine and beer, followed up by hot chip sandwiches. So mouth is well and truly exercised.
Due to alcohol abundance, drunken emails and texts are sent to ridiculous men - without thinking - and then more therapy ensues.
It is a vicious but necessary cycle of life.
(Note to self: you are an idiot.)
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