Friday, 29 April 2011
Not the Royal Wedding
Not being the monarchy's biggest fan and being a fully paid-up member of the Grumpy Old Gits Society, I shall not be spending my additional day off work glued to the TV watching today's pantomime, nor shall I be attending any street party or equivalent celebration (largely due to to the fact that I haven't been invited to any).
Instead I intend beginning the long and winding road back to being a superfit athlete (or at least to not being a sedentary lard-arse).
Recent attempts at getting in shape have amounted to very little. I did, however, manage a few early morning jogs along Holmes Beach on Anna Maria Island in Florida last week with seagulls circling above (or were they vultures?), but with another Touch Rugby 'season' on the imminent horizon I have little choice but to shake off the jet lag and venture forth to the unfamiliar environs of the gym.
Desperate times and all that...