The adventures of Almigo

So I'm coming up to 100 decent workouts for the year 2021 which if you know me at all, means I've been working through my most fitness-centric year in existence. Inspired by hitting age 40, wanting to spend more time outside than in front of a screen and with covid 19 forcing me to enjoy more time at home, I've almost hit the 100 mark which is a huge achievement for me.   What time is it? Kettle bell time! Only on workout 99, I'm fighting more than work tiredness and lack of sleep - I'm waging war against an airborne horde..

Gah, it's always the way isn't it? I just took two weeks off to recharge my turbos, answer the Basement Jaxx's probing question 'Where's your head at', hit the road and drink a lot of beer and wine. And as soon as I sauntered back into work with a 'I'm primed and ready to destroy something amazingly' attitude...I suddenly got clotheslined to hell by a passing cold that's sunk both boots right into my petrol tank. That's me on the left (figuratively) I hate being sick with a passion.