Missing the gym
Tuesday, June 10th, 2008I’m writing this now rather than doing my spinning class at the gym. I feel terribly guilty. I’ve been forcing myself to go down to David Lloyd’s three times a week for the last month and now I feel the rot has set in. You know how it goes: one class missed; then a week off; then years of sitting in front of the mirror crying at the size of my belly. Having said that, the spinning class doesn’t seem to have reduced my belly by much, it’s just made it more solid and less flabby. I’m one of those fit fat men now. Whatever I do, I seem to be doomed to always have a fat face. I was called Potato Face at school and I wasn’t even fat then. I’ve just always had a big, round face - if there’s one part of me that I want to be bigger than the average, it’s certainly not my face.
It’s not just the gym I’m falling back on. This blog is becoming increasingly infrequent. I just have so much on now that Edinburgh is less than two months away. The stand up show, ‘Climb Every Molehill’, is looking fine but not yet ‘fantastic’. The play, ‘Coming Up For Air’ has now been adapted to just about the right length by Dominic Cavendish so some serious learning has to begin. We start rehearsals in under a week. I’ve never actually done a one man play before so I’m really looking forward to it while also missing the camaraderie of being with a cast. Having said that, I’m a very difficult sod when I’m under pressure and now so used to working by myself as a stand up, that I might not make the best team player when it comes to rubbing along with a cast for several months. Ho Hum.
I know I’m too busy because when I have a night off I fall asleep in front of the telly like my dad used to. Started watching a DVD caled ‘Hoax’ last night’. The first half hour was great and the credits were a soothing way to wake up.