I hobble to the bus, last night’s gym session doesn’t appear
to have helped my ankle. Which L says is almost certainly fractured. I'm sure she exaggerates.
There’s no squash as my opponent is still recovering from his
Christmas break so I don’t need to tell him that I’m injured.
He’s needs to make a Resolution and join the Januarites in the gym, or
perhaps not. I mean, is there any wonder that people don’t stick at it when they decide
to get fit at the time of year when the weather is at it’s foulest and which
inevitably means they end up with the misery that is the dreadmill.
Now if they made their Resolution to get fit in the spring
then they’d have nicer weather and longer days with lighter evenings. So then
they could do something outside and they'd perhaps stick at it.
Instead they do it in January and at the same time give up
all the other things they enjoy doing, like drinking alcohol and eating chocolate. It’s
no wonder people continually vote January as the most depressing month of the
year.
Personally it’s one of my favourites along with
February and\or March, as these months are when we do most of our best trips away.
(Thursday 4th January)
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