Fitness

Today I started my rehab at a place called the Total Fitness Women's Centre. It is a wholly un feminine place full of total grunters. they winge and bitch about being fat, tired, having love handles, having kids, husband running away oh how the list goes on........and on.........and on.......

Firtsly Camilla Ignore the urge to say 'you'll get fitter quicker if you stopped talking and got onto the machine and worked for the 2 hours you are there instead of talking.

Secondly Camilla do not give the opinion that your husband probably left you because he was sick of the whoe is me act and took a look at the return on his investment you standing around calling him worse than shit in the vain hope that some sort of association therapy may get you to loose 5 Kg of you Ass!

Thirdly Camilla walk over to the mat stretch off and actually follow the regime you have been given. start from the bottom. Work up from atrophy of the muscles due to coma and breaks and shape those lovely legs.

Afterbeing in the Gym I met up with and went for a run with my friend Søren (that's her in the picture). She is not fitty let me reasure you, she has two kids Jens and Pia and she is let's say a homely woman. She rushes around all day and achieves little more than the ability to say she got no help from her husband Lars. ( Stay awqay from the gym or else you will be divorcing him)

Anyway last year I would carryon running while she went back after 40 minutes to make the coffee instead of watching me lap her....again.....and again........ you get the picture.

Me? I managed about 600m and my legs were not responding, atrophy? oh, that's what it means I have no muscle...