I resolve not to go to the gym...
I watched the new year in from a hilltop somewhere near Kidderminster. There was a big bonfire, lots of food, folk song and good company. I love new year’s eve this way.
Then stumbling into the new year, I bought some running shoes. To go with the footwear I made a complicated exercise schedule for the next three months. It’s for a half marathon I signed up to. I don’t even like running, but it’s a challenge I hope my body will appreciate. People tell me I might learn to like it over time.
I nearly joined a gym too, but when I went to have a look, I peered through the door and saw lots of big muscular men walking around between machines. They looked sort of unhappy, and serious. Gyms are not places for laughter. I instantly changed my mind. The sun was out. I would much rather be outside than wrestle a machine. I’m not sure what I was thinking. I then went and ate a big roast dinner.
