It's coming up for three years since I joined the gym, which is conveniently located a mere five minute walk from our house. And I've been a regular visitor ever since, with a target of going 3 times a week to either work out or swim.
Posts about "gym"
Why walk when you can get the lift a whole one flight of stairs?
Regular readers might notice a difference in style for this entry. This is because this entry was originally written for One Day In History - an attempt to capture one days life of many, many people, and store that data in the British Library for future generations. That One Day is today, 17 October 2006. If you're interested in contributing to the archive about your 17 October, don't worry - it's not too late! You can do so until the end of October, via their website.
Not long after returning to London post Christmas, Catherine got a stinking cold. On Monday, I ended up with it. Doesn't seem as bad as hers - I haven't been bad enough to take time off work - but it seems to help if I don't think too much, and I don't exactly have a lot of energy which makes burning off the quite frankly ridiculous half a stone of weight that I put on at Christmas, a little hard.