Dirty looks begone!

Ì have cycled to the gym, did some running and some exercise biking, stretches and whatnot, and have returned on the bike. Betty the bike is incredibly happy. As is Rebecca, owner of said bike.

The gym was odd today actually. I plucked up the courage to wear shorts for the first time ever in the gym, and for some reason everyone else took the opposite tactics and were covering more flesh than I've ever seen covered. There was even a woman in a burqa.

Things I didn't expect to happen today:

1) Actually managing to cycle to the gym and back
2) Seeing no shorts in the gym except mine and instead witnessing a birth in popularity of the gym burqa.

What the frikkin frack? Great session though, I forgot all about my pasty little legs wobbling back and forth on the exercise bike and got right into it.

Of course now that I'm back, all I can think about is eating something incredibly unhealthy, but the homemade lasagne waiting in the fridge to be reheated is keeping my willpower strong.


I really feel great, hopefully I can keep the momentum going. :)

Who knows where the gym is?

So I bought a bike a few weeks ago, with the intentions of doing a lovely charity cycle in May. I was doing well in terms of training etc but between being away for work and feeling a bit sicky I've been a bit shocking the last 2 weeks or so.

So I've decided today's the day I'm going to cycle down to the gym and do a bit of exercise and hopefully manage to cycle home (I've a feeling I'll end up face down on the pavement, but at least I'll be toned and embarassed).

Here's the bike, I love her very much. She's currently sitting outside my room throwing me dirty looks: