spent the day doing lazy bank Holiday family stuff - went to see Guardians of the Galaxy 2 with the kids. Then felt guilty at not having worked out once I finally got them to bed, coupled with obviously not having unfavourably compared my physique with Chris Pratt in the film and Mark Wahlberg in the Transformers trailer, felt I really had to do at least something today. Can't go out for a run because single parent kids in bedm but then saw this in my email.
400 cals? 29 mins of 15 sec intervals? Perfect.
I now feel like I have been hit by a truck. That then transformed into a giant robot and bashed me repeatedly. With a building. While a talking raccoon shot projectiles at my arms.
Am going to be toast tomorrow morning.