More of the manly sport of hauling and splitting logs with my maul. This time in the pouring rain for increased manliness, until it got too manly for me and the sodden Bulletdog.
It's time again for Caron's torture-fest. I was tired after a hard day and my neck's still sore, but glad Bash talked me into it.
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Caron's yoga class. The balancing work I've been doing helped, but my neck was sore in some poses. As always, my hamstring flexibility's no worse (or better) after 3 months off than it was after doing yoga regularly.
Off with Bash to visit the rock we got married on, and just enjoy a paddle in the flat calm and great fall colours. Also dashed out when we spotted the Goose group just before lunch, and met up with them.