Life | The road to fitness

So I have decided that it is about time I tried to get a bit fitter. Now, when I say a bit I mean I think its about time I was at least as fit as a pensioner. (no joke, my nan is fitter than me.) For the past year my fitness routine has been walking from my flat on the ground floor to the tube station and then from the tube station to my chosen destination. And thats it. I have been blessed with a relatively speedy metabolism and the rather odd ability to just forget to be hungry because my days are jam packed with exciting things to do, I hope you sense the sarcasm here. Because of the killer combination of these two things I have luckily escaped what is commonly referred to as the 'freshman fifteen' (where you put on at least a stone in your first year of university for those not in the know).

I was never into sports, apart from the good old sack race (if you don’t know what that is then what was your childhood?). P.E in school was a rather painful experience for me to say the least, it wasn’t that I was unwilling to try or anything like that its just because I have the hand-eye coordination of a very uncoordinated moose and my dancing ability is shockingly bad! I have always been this way as reflected by the fact that while all the kids on my road would play out on their bikes and whatever during the evenings, I would much rather play in my sisters wardrobe. (We had a giant barbie doll house in there before you start thinking I had problems).

For our sports day at school we would have to run a 1500 meter race in which the sporty girls would always win and I would always come somewhere in the bottom ten, an achievement I'm rather proud of by the way. This was until I finally twigged in year eight that if I walked the entire thing they would let me stop after about the first third and would still give me the point for my team. Result. This then cemented my unsportiness, if thats even a word.

But no more! I have decided to combat this fear I have of exercise, well not so much fear at all, just a massive amount of laziness and I have joined a gym! Shock! Horror! Its been about three weeks and I'm jolly proud of myself to tell you the truth, me and my friend go five days a week for an hour in an effort to just get fit already. I really just use it for an excuse to go and buy new clothes though really, after all you can't go to the gym in non gym like clothing now can you?