The sky is grey and I am wearing my jumper…so it must be June! Fear, pain, suffering…I have a sore throat and I am feeling sorry for myself. Too bad…that’s what I get for kissing the wrong girls, eh?
In the post: nothing.
At the weekend, The Missus bought me a pedometer for £2. It can tell me just how far I’ve walked and how many calories I’ve burnt off. The only problem with it is a design flaw that means the battery cover can open with little user interaction and reset the stats. This isn’t good, especially if you’ve been wearing it all day!
In my attempt to do things I wouldn’t normally do, we’ve been talking about buying a bike. Now I cannot actually ride a bike. I know, it is shameful, but when I was a kid I mangled many a friend’s bicycle with my lop-sided riding and so therefore never actually managed to learn properly. When they saw me coming, they would hide their bikes! I don’t particularly want to learn to drive, so learning to ride a bike is another way of being more active. Buying a dog was meant to be a path to extra activity, but I ended up getting a four-legged friend whose idea of a good time is snoring his way through the day on the sofa. So yeah, a bike = a fit and active Darren. But which one to buy and will I be able to remain upright?

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