Gym

At the moment my life is moving faster than a conveyor belt in a discount supermarket, no sooner have I gone to bed than it is time to get up. At least that is what it feels like, what with work, language classes and my thrice weekly workouts at the gym. That's right folks I'm feeling the burn once again, so long as I don't attend on the days when my ex is there things are alright. Last week I did have the misfortune of catching sight of her as I set off for a brisk walk on the treadmill. I did consider slamming on the emergency stop button and calling it a night but instead I decided to show her my new found fitness and ramped up the speed to a light jog. I thought she would lose interest and make her way to the thigh toner, which incidently she could well do to use, however she decided to stay rooted beside the machine and continually bad mouth me in front of my fellow sports lovers. I started to feel really cross as she belly laughed at my running style, so I did my best to get away, running faster and faster and faster...until I was going at top whack and there was no way of slowing down. I panicked, lost my footing and whizzed off, landing in a crumpled heap at her feet. I should have tied her shoelaces together there and then but I lay there like a fat man only can until a nice lady who teaches the over 50's aerobics helped me to my feet and saw my acid tongued ex away. Revenge will be mine another day.