Because I need to exercise. I need to take up a sport. "You're still young, you can and should do it now, and you need to get back in shape", she said. I know, I said, but when have I got time to indulge in any sports? Well, we have a gym right here, she said, you could come down and exercise on the machines for an hour every day. I told her Jobsworth wouldn't allow it, and that's true, he wouldn't. Then she suggested I take up running in my lunchbreak. Me! Running! With my history of injury to my locomotive system?
I tried running once, at the suggestion and in the company of one of my physiotherapists. I tripped over a dog backwards and gave myself a whiplash.
Still, she is right: I really have to start doing something to get fit soon, or reconcile myself to the idea of living out the rest of my days as a disgustingly fat slob. I've taken to wearing shapeless clothes again; this is never a good sign.