BOOT CAMP

Honestly, out comes the sun and everyone goes fitness crazy.

Louise and Junko are trying to get me to join in with Boot Camp, Debbie came round asking if anyone wanted to train for a boxing match and the Cyclovelopers are busy recruiting for a summer of gruelling bicycle rides.

I was going to walk to work today, but I decided against it when I woke up feeling weepy. The morning rain made the decision a lot easier.

Oh and plus! According to my sleep cycle calculator, the quality of my sleep is hovering at around 54% at the moment. I don't feel like I've got the energy to type most days, let alone kill myself at Boot Camp.

Boot Camp. Didn't that start out as a military thing for new recruits? Nowadays it's used for X-Factor wannabes and office workers who are trying to get beach-body-ready for the summer. There are no boots involved - just an exhausting race around the lake with your colleagues, followed by embarrassing push ups on the grass.

Hmm. The thing is though, I'm the first to admit that I need to get moving - not because I care about looking good on a beach, but because I do care about lasting for as long as I can. I can't blame my sleep cycle or the rain forever. Neither can I point to the hypocrisy of the boot campers who work out on a Monday and bring doughnuts in on a Tuesday. I think I've got to sort this out myself and get back to doing some exercise.

I'll walk in tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow will be the day.

Hope the sun is shining.