Gym

I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in about a year… maybe a bit longer.

This is the gym in the building where I work, and apart from lacking a spa, it’s the best gym I’ve been to. Should’ve joined months ago.

Bad news: I ache a bit.

Good news: at least my programme instructor wasn’t a bloke called Kevin.

Curious news: She couldn’t find my pulse, and nor could the heart monitor on the cross training machine. Perhaps I’m dead.

I shall not bore you with numbers and statistics, but suffice it to say I am presently a Fat Bastard and shall shortly be less so.