So here I am at boot camp in a secret location in Yorkshire, sometimes called the in-laws. In Hepworth. Ya know, where they film Last of the Summer Wine.
This weekend I have promised myself that I will drink my last pint before the three peaks in May. An entire (nearly) two months. Maybe promised is too strong a word. I have suggested it. That, for me, might be more difficult than walking the 25 miles in 24 hours we are completing for charity.
On Saturday I went with my girlfriend and her family to a very good ale house. It felt like the last supper. In a pint glass.
Then, yesterday, we embarked on a little walk around the village. If the peaks of Hepworth are anything to go by I could be in serious trouble. At one stage we walked past a pile of sand beside a construction site and, me having been to the gym twice already, I challenged myself to climb it. By the top (about two and a half feet) I was breathless and sweating. What have I done.
Back to the gym on Thursday. I fear I might have to train a bit harder.
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Keyan
Monday, 15 March 2010
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