The Big Man Restless

Monday, September 20, 2004
I always said I would never been seen dead in a gym. Or alive. But now, I've done something I've never done before. I have purchased some sports gear, not for wearing at weird kit fetish nights, but for sporting use. Whatever next? Being lazy and easily bored I have still resisted joining a gym so I've gone for swimming. So off I went to buy some trunks and goggles (and nose clip - being a delicate soul I can't stand water up my nose). I also emailed a gay swimming group as I don't really know anything about leisure centres these days. I will probably pop along to one of their sessions. I try and visit them even less frequently than the dentist. I looked online and there seemed to be bizarre timetables of when one was allowed in the pool. Being extremely out of condition I just wanted something nice and simple to ease myself back in, maybe one of the pensioners sessions would suit me. And I'm worried about being laughed at of course. Still - given time I may get a flatter stomach and not feel so self-conscious. Could this me a new me..?