The morning after the night before...

I'm relatively pain free today. Very unexpected.

This morning, I didn't even need my girlfriend to pull me out of bed and I've already fed myself with a bowl of porridge, although I admit my porridge-wallah helped a little with the microwave. But there were no jelly babies or even one eclair. Progress!

So last night was my first session with Mitch at Virgin Active in Rochester and I was pretty pathetic by the end, hardly able to lift my legs from the floor. I had a few funny looks as I grunted and panted trying to lift my legs inches from the ground as men with wrist circumferences bigger than my head watched on.

Other body builders waddled around looking as though I could have been a light snack had they fancied it.

I kept a distance. That weight lifting looks like hungry work.

We worked mostly on 'core' strength which, I found, has nothing to do with apples. I've also been reliably informed by female colleagues that some of the exercises were girly yoga positions. They certainly didn't feel very girly but I'll have to have a word with Mitch about those all the same.

He broke the news to me gently. The pain would probably kick in on Wednesday. I'm considering popping back tonight though to tell him what I'm feeling now will do fine thank you very much.

Next session, Thursday.

Keyan