63. THE GYM!!

Oh boy. You know it's got bad when you're loving the gym. But hold up while I tell you why.

Running (jogging) in the park hasn't been going well. A puff of wind stopped me in my tracks the other day and later I got overtaken by a toddler on a plastic push-along tractor so my morale has been low. I could tell it was getting to the point where I might allow myself to miss a couple of sessions on purely psychological grounds. This is what is known as the Thin End of the Wedge.

It was at this point that I started fantasising about a slightly too-warm gym, and a treadmill, and an elliptical machine, and weights machines, and feeling physically at one in my surroundings, rather than staring with undisguised loathing at all the freakin' smug marathoners in the park. (I'm not proud of myself.)

Problem is, gyms cost money - and too much of it, in my opinion. So imagine my genuine delight when I discovered that the old council gym in Camden had been refurbished at vast taxpayer expense and was sheer desperados for members. I got unlimited gym membership for £20 a month! And I didn't have to do a test or take a bill up there nor nuffink. I simply waved a printed email at somebody and they let me in! And it was WONDERFUL! It was slightly too warm, and running on the treadmill was LOVELY and I watched Cash in the Attic while listening to The Gossip and never has £20 been better spent. So I'm going to go every single day until morale is restored and then I'm going to show that tractor toddler a thing or two about overtaking. Ha! Eat my shorts kid.