Fitness (Lack Of)
I'm not the fittest person in the world, though this is party due to asthema. In an attempt to loose a little excess gut and get a little fitter, for the last month or so I've been walking from Liverpool Street station to London Bridge station on my way to work. It turns out that I normally keep up with the bus I would have got (in a real-life turtle and hare race) which is very satisfying, despite other people walking to work often staring at me as I rushed past, bag a-swinging and red-faced. The breeze from the river and a bottle of Lemon Ice Tea Snappy are a saviour however and by the time I'm in the office I don't look like someone who was beaten in the street.
This all sounds good so far -- but there is bad news. Somehow in the past month I've put on half a stone. I tell myself it's my stronger leg muscles, but I think I've somehow developed a nice set of piecepts...
