On and up
I think I quite enjoy a little new-found accidental tradition of some physical activity before entering debauched mode come nightfall for special occasions.
For my 25th (eek) birthday, we kicked it off with a late 11km urban hike which I very much enjoyed (but of course, a foot massage in the form of a carrot was dangling at the end of it).
And for NYE, we embarked on a 37.5km ride in the east coast. The day was just perfect, even the radioactive waters of the sea looked appealing and once we surpass the tangled mess of idiot pedestrians strolling on the bike lane hand in hand, children wobbling on their starter bicycles etc the route became more tranquil and easier to ride on.
I hasten to point out that it is not true that I only exercise on special days. Not true at all.
Both nights also shared similarities of binge eating and drinking. Also, some um, regurgitation done as elegantly as possible.
And since, talking about resolutions is so en vogue (and painfully passe at the same time) I have to say, no resolutions for me, there is only a to-do list which actually is scarily long.
Onwards and upwards!
