Bob in the Desert

Has anyone ever written a book, or the first line of a film, that started with the line: “Today I met the man who will kill me…”?  I know ‘American Beauty’ came close with Kevin Spacey saying something about this being the day that he dies, but that’s not the same.

The reason I ask is that today I think I met the man who will kill me. His name is Pete and he is a fitness instructor at Esporta in Brockworth.  To be fair, he’s not going to really kill me (I hope) he’s taken on the challenge of getting me fit for the trip.

And heaven knows he’s got a job on his hands… Weighing in at a mighty 110 Kilos – in Gloucester rugby terms that’s just a shade under Marco Bortolami (and there the similarity ends) I reckon I need to get rid of – well lots really.

And that’s what Pete has worked out.

Starting with a gentle four mile (yes really) run, I’ll follow that up with a vertical mile on a step machine, then back to the tredmill for two more miles before going rowing for a mere 5,000 metres – or just over three miles.  And then he expects me to take on a load of weights.

So apologies to everyone who uses that gym – I think I am going to be groaning and sweating like nothing on earth.  If you do go there and see me suffering, please don’t speak, it’ll be as much as I can do to breath, let alone reply.

Thanks for all the donations so far!

Bob