So, we joined a gym.
I just had to get that off my chest.
[oddly, i’m quite looking forward to actually getting off my arse and doing something constructive. it might even be fun]
I’ve never been a sporty person. Well, I say never, but I really mean that I haven’t been a sporty person since the age of nearly-twelve, when I developed boobies and felt rather self-conscious and awkward about them. The boys didn’t help when they pinged my bra strap and the girls didn’t help when they got all jealous because they didn’t have boobies yet. Because I was ultra tall and ultra skinny [with an incredibly boney arse, as my nana (-with the long garden) liked to remind me] as a child I was always good at the high jump. But never the long jump, strangely.
I was really good with an egg and spoon.
Yesterday I bought my first pair of trainers for about fifteen years. They only cost me a fiver. I’m very cheap sometimes.
I have nothing else to say on the matter.
please God bless Gym xxx Elsabeth