A local newspaper reporter sent me some action photographs of me bowling against Bingham on Saturday, and although they made me look aggressive and powerful, the stomach was also rather too evident for my tastes.
Some would say that at 45, I'm allowed to have one, but I don't actually want to look 45 so I've realised I've kind of allowed injury worries, and laziness, stop me from doing the exercise I should and so I've lost fitness.
Plus I eat bad food when I'm bored.
So, I've still eaten a bit of bad food, but I've run 7.6km, had a long bath, had my awful hair cut, and then spent an hour bowling at nets tonight. It's been hot work, to say the least, and running alongside water just made me incredibly thirsty, and also wishing I owned a floating gin palace and could drink as much of the stuff as I wanted without getting fat or indeed dying.
I do actually want to drink more gin, but not with tonic water as I can't stand the stuff.
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