Today for the first time in about 20 years I feel fit; not fit like an athlete feels, not fit for purpose, but fit for a fat man.
On Sunday I managed to coax my frame around a 12.5 mile course so today I went out for a short four mile run (’short four mile run’ being a phrase I would have regarded as oxymoronic a month ago) and it seemed, well not to be vainglorious, easy.
But I suppose it was only easy because it wasn’t 12.5 miles.
Friends, family and colleagues have been very encouraging about my marathon efforts so far but a recurring theme is ‘ don’t become a health bore will you?’ which is their polite way of saying I already am.
But can you recite in descending order the calorific content of the eight different fruits in your fruit bowl? Ha! Bore. Me?
