Today was my first day at the gym. I thought I blended in quite well until the two private school Sallies behind me started whispering about my fat arse. Well, why the hell do they think I'm there ... of course I'm working on my arse, and my bingo wings, and my belly that's not quite as flat as it was when I was in top form. Not that my form is so shabby now, but you get the picture.
There's nothing quite like training in attack logistics coupled with a loaded weights bar in a Pump class. The mind really does take flights of fancy.
Anyway, back to blending in. It's a battle for me. Prone to sounding like a complete tosser at the best of times, I find it hard not to blurt out things that give too much away. I'll try to stay on track.
Let me just say Day 1 wasn't so bad. I'll leave the Combat classes alone for a while. Wouldn't want to scare people.