Went to the gym to do my "interval training" last night but could barely get through the door for the crowds! Swarms of people buzzing on every treadmill, bike and weight machine as far as the eye could see. Where had they come from and why had they all chosen 7pm to descend upon Fitness First, Queens Park?
AHHHH, tis January, the month of resolutions and WeightWatchers. Starvation, juice fasts, no booze, no carbs, no fun. Why, why WHY cram all this into possibly the most desolate month of the entire year. What's wrong with cheerful July or happy April? Or - weird concept - how about a wee bit of moderation the whole year round?
I joined the queue for the treadmill until I realised life was too short to freeze one's lycra clad butt off on a cold Tuesday night so I went to the pub instead. Incredible how warming wine is.
It's Thursday tomorrow and I haven't trained since Sunday so I'd better get my ass in gear, 15 weeks and counting.
I feel a bit stressed. Oh wait, where there's Matches Fashion there is hope. Ahhh, that's better.
Jogging on. Well, about to eat a bar of Green and Blacks, actually.
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