Today I ran to the gym, and back. That in itself only accounts for a small part, for at this gym I was inducted into the mysteries of the machinery by a young woman I suppose I shall have to call the Gym Mistress. She was charming, kind and tolerant.
The reasons for attending this gym are twofold; in the first instance, to find me some way of fulfilling my juneathon quote on non-running days; in the second, it may help me with swimming and sailing, where my upper body strength is not what it should be. And if the Gym Mistress can find me something to make my ankles more floppy, as they need to be for a more correct front-crawl, then I shall be in very heaven.


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