Day 85, Friday March 27, 7.30 am: The worst thing is that I knew this would happen. I knew exactly. I knew I was unleashing a storm.
I tell brother Roger about my new gym bike record - 244 calories burnt off in 20 sweat-laden minutes - and he immediately goes out to beat it again. Like he did last week.
Exactly the same thing happened to me a few years back with a younge, fitter office colleague. I ended up getting spanked on every single machine in the entire gym.
This story will now run and run, until my legs fall off. Which, small mercies, will be sooner rather than later.
I did, though, have a laugh. Roger, as I said, went out to beat the record yesterday and scored... wait for it.. 244. A dead heat! Superb. 20 minutes of slog for a dead heat! You have to feel sorry for the man...
PS : Another storm I've gone and unleashed - my first piano exam is this afternoon in Horsham, which I will take along with a bunch of other four-year-olds. Can you believe it - I'm taking exams aged 49 and feeling nervous... I think it's the four-year-olds who are unnerving me, not the piano playing.
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