It’s just after 12 on a Sunday, and I’ve just got back from the gym

So, do I get a prize? How impressive is that? Normally, Sunday mornings exist in a haze of the Archers (don’t tell anyone) and washing up and lazy breakfast and lots of coffee. Today, I was out of the house before the Archers finished, and spent an hour exercising. Have I gone mad? Partly. Mostly, though, I am under instructions from my physiotherapist to go to the gym three times a week and do leg exercises to recover from the snowboarding accident. I have to say, I’ve never been this committed to gym attendance before, but there’s nothing like pain to drive me on. Every time I go to the gym, I feel a marked improvement in my knee. And, because I can’t swim, I’m spending more time doing weights and all those really hard arm exercises to make it worth my while to go. All in all, it’s possible, just possible, that by the time my leg is better, I’ll also be fitter than when I was on holiday. The really amazing thing would be if I could get into the rhythm of gym attendance enough to keep it going when I’m no longer forced into it. Here’s hoping.