Times Change...

Someone has just forwarded me an email conversation from 2006, just before I started going to the gym...

The gym thing is actually a plan to give me more time, as I've sort of hit a critical threshold of un-healthiness where I feel tired all the time.

Look on the bright side...tomorrow I'll be doing my first formal exercise in about 20 years...I'll probably start bleeding from the eyes or something...

You wouldn't believe how much that sort of thing scares me...I was shown round the place on Monday, and half the equipment looks like torture equipment. The treadmills seemed to be going way too quickly for my liking.

I've picked a gym out of town and everything just to make sure I don't bump into anyone I know...

My (tentative) plan is to go straight after work 2 nights a week, then once at the weekend. I imagine each visit will last 5-10 minutes before I collapse, and get a free trip in an ambulance...

By comparison, I've trained for the last 5 days straight, with plans to train tonight and tomorrow as well. I now feel bad if I don't train for more than a couple of days!