The reason they say ‘Never say never!’ is I just joined a gym.
Yes, Lauren, the Anti-Gym, who believes that exercise for the sake of exercise has got to be one of the most boring pastimes on the planet.
In my defence, this is partly because I was planning on going to a class at this gym, and this way I get all classes free. I also joined partly because my friend needed a gym buddy. How selfless of me to sacrifice my lazy lifestyle! It also means I have now entered into the first joint anything of my whole life. Keep marriage and joint mortgages and other equally terrifying commitments – from now I will always be able to say that one time I had a joint gym membership, and they can’t take that away from me.
So I will go to Zumba and try yoga and perhaps play a bit of badminton. I admit that one time – OK, two times! – I have been on a cross-trainer and actually didn’t want cry with boredom, so I might even use one of those on occasion. However, if I ever get an app that tells the world how many calories I burned in a session, feel free to whack me with a yoga mat.
At the moment, I’m still in a state of shock over this recent, most ridiculous expenditure and will be spending the weekend ignoring the fact. My friend is coming to visit, so we will go to a museum and see a show – all things that are much more me.
In other news, I added a couple more new places to my list of fifty this year: the Chalet, the Restaurant on the Roof at Selfridges; and Wildwood, a nice little Italian near Covent Garden. I’ll post some mini restaurant reviews soon. I also got tickets to see Mean Girls at a rooftop cinema, which will be awesome as long as it doesn’t rain. This is one of the things you have to give London credit for: there is always something new and slightly weird to try, like having a seven-course meal on the Tube, or… joining a gym.
(Or like using very bad puns. Apologies for the title. I too respect myself a little less than before.)