I Wanna Get Physical
I’m the most unfit person I know, nay possibly the world (barr Rick Waller, but only just).
I long to be the glamourous blonde I often see in her tight Lycra jogging effortlessly past me, without a bead of sweat on her forehead. But I’m not, and I’ve got to come to terms with that.
Following the Husbands new found religion (British Military Fitness) and his biweekly worships on Clapham Common not to mention the two inches lost from his waist, I’m keen to follow muster, except I fear I’m more of a Private Benjamin than anything else.
I didn’t have to worry for long. On the opposing common, Wandsworth Common, I can indulge myself in a thorough workout without a hint of camo. The name gives it away. Fit for a Princess. Well I’m not, but perhaps I could be ?
