2 visits to the gym this weekend have convinced me of one thing…
My recent estimate of stamina and fitness levels may just have been slightly optimistic, as I behold my own Everest with the awe that must surely have overcome Edmund Hillary on that day in 1953 when he first set eyes on the mountain.
I have no Sherpa Tenzing on board to encourage me with words of sage wisdom, so armed only with a weak will, I failed miserably in my vow to ‘knock the beer on the head’ over the weekend.
Induction night on Friday saw me fail to adequately complete any of the ‘Fitness Tests’ devised by my evil taskmaster, although I was encouraged minutely by his statement that I did better than he expected, given my lifestyle and sedentary career.
Sunday morning though saw some progress, as I managed to complete 1.5km on the treadmill through a combination of ‘fast walking’ and ‘easy jogging’ (when I daringly cranked up the speed to 7.5kmh, just to see what it was like). This falls far short of my original intention to try and run 3 miles on Sport Relief day though, and I thank the stars for my (surely subconscious) ineptitude in selecting the desired distance to run on the day when I signed up on the Sport Relief website.
It’s early days though, and I am encouraged by the fact that I have been joined in ‘Team Heatonian’ by the lovely Natalie from the Kings, and ‘Oirish’ Tina.
Next visit to the gym will be Wednesday evening.
I can’t bloody wait!
There was much mirth in evidence this weekend as I revealed Mrs Funks latest masterplan to reduce my belly inches…
Not content with inflicting ‘fat free chips’ on my unsuspecting palate, she has finally gone the whole hog and enrolled me in the gym. Purveyors of ales and fine foods the village over are currently gnashing their teeth in despair as the prospect of my not insignificant contribution to their weekly takings being withdrawn, as Mrs Funks strict regime begins to bite.
Herbie, resplendent (for some obscure reason), in his mexican sombrero in the Kings on Sunday, suggested that we have an offical ‘measuring session’ at some point, followed by regular updates on the website of how many belly inches I am losing over the course of my (hopefully) shortlived career at the Heaton Squash and Tennis club gym. While I feel that his suggestion was made in an effort to cause me humiliation, it’s not really far from an idea I had in mind anyway.
2008 is Sport Relief year. In an effort to raise money for worthy causes the world over, the challenge this time round is to run (or walk) either 1, 3 or 6 miles. When I heard about it, I did make a promise to myself that I would attempt to do this, as it would give me some incentive to ‘buck my ideas up’ with regard to my health and general fitness. So, I would like to announce the following:
I am going to train as hard as I can, and on the day I am going to attempt to run 3 miles. 6 miles would probably be a bit ambitious, given that the event is sometime in March, and 1 mile is for wimps. I will get some sponsor forms sorted out, and I would appreciate it if everyone would dig deep and sponsor me for this worthy cause. If nothing else, the sight of me wheezing home about 2 hours after I start should be good for a laugh. I tell you , only Bob Hope would do more for charity!
Things like this are always more fun if there are a few of you involved, so I would also like to invite anyone who is inspired to have a go to join me in this endeavour – get in touch via the usual channels if you fancy it! I may even get T-Shirts printed…
I will announce an official weigh in, followed by a final booze up for old times sake by the end of the week, then we’re off.
Or I’m off, if noone else is man enough to give it a go…
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February 4, 2008 3:04 pm | 
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