Another busy month and one full of fitness. For those who know me I am about to make a statement that will shock. I have joined a gym!
No, that is not a spell checker error; I have not joined a gin, although that might happen a little later. The BBC have asked me to film a documentary for the Inside Out series on BBC1 and thus sent me to The Nuffield gymnasium in Plymouth, the one cunningly placed near Pizza Hut so you can blend squat thrusts with melted cheese. It was a little daunting entering the world of the young and beautiful but I fitted in quite well I thought, wearing a bright red top helps, matching the colour of my face to the clothes, lessons the shock to passers by although I do look like a large sweaty post box. On the second day I got nodded at by some muscle bound hulk and then smiled at by some willowy damsel fresh from aerobics. Yes….., I was accepted, I thought. What they were actually trying to tell me was that I had my shorts on inside out. Apparently it is not cool to have ‘wash separately’ and ‘made in Korea’ flapping up and down as you pound away on the cross trainer. Neither is it cool to have your laces undone on the rolling road thingy. And never and I mean never bend down to do them up when the thing is turned on. Still I met a charming young lady on the rowing machine behind me, after I cart-wheeled off the apparatus and landed in her lap. The series goes out on BBC 1 South West in November and believe it or not I am still going to the gym.
And so to the highlight of my month, the return of Tom Daley. I will keep this short….bronze medal winner, gold medal human being. In
the mad crush to meet him there was one little four year old girl in Plymouth who had stood by the stage since 5.00pm. At 7.15pm Tom walked straight past her and was being guided back onto the bus. She burst into tears and I could see the distress she was in so I decided to tap the young man on the shoulder and point her out. Tom is pushed and pulled in all directions by the media and I wasn’t sure what to expect. Tom turned, waked back and about four feet away she launched herself off the shoulders of her mother and he had to catch her. She clung onto his neck sobbing and our hero cuddled her still she stopped crying.
I am off to get a hanky.
Fitz
