forked out on a new wardrobe to tied me through my fat-assed phase. Should I bite the bullet and stump up for membership of a fancy leisure club too? Hell no! Let's get out in the open instead.
Here's a rundown of my fitness equipment that's going to get me back into tiptop shape. I'll start with the good old iron horse that's recently been revamped. It's meant that I've had to relearn to ride a bike which actually has working brakes. That came as a bit of a shock to come to a halt without pawing at the ground like an angry bull.
So, now I'm scaring the neighbours by indulging in some bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! But I'm reaping the rewards of looking a more than a little ridiculous. All that jumping up and down has built up the muscles around my knees and these now compensate for my lack of a cruciate ligament snapped during my February half term ski holiday . My orthopaedic consultant has agreed that a return to the slopes without major surgery is now within my grasp. The money saved by forgoing the privilege of exercising in air conditioned purgatory will go a long way towards the flights and accommodation for some good outdoor fun in the Pyrenean snow!