Simon on: Getting Started

The trouble with me is that I'm too much like two weight boxing world champion Ricky "The Hitman" Hatton.

That's one hell of a grandiose boast to start my first blog with isn't it? What a braggart! But, hang on, let me qualify that. What I should have said is that I have a little too much in common with Ricky Fatton, as the hitman is affectionately known when he's not in training. He is known as that because, alot like me, Hatton is all too ready to hit the pies and bottles of Port when he's not got a training goal to stick to. He likes the good life, as do I. Sadly, unlike Ricky, I'm not a very talented sportsman or particularly known as a pugilist. Those who know me can confirm there is about as much intent in my body or as much actual likelihood of me knocking someone out as there is a chance of a marsh mellow fancy miraculously turning into a chocolate hobnob. That aside, get to the point Topping, what I'm try to say is that I don't exactly do myself any favours when it comes to my weight.

In December you could find me on any cold, lonely street downing pints of wine and stealing mince pies from children and now, due to said nature, I have handsomely acquired the deportment of Oliver Reed, with beard to match.

So here I stand, Oliver Reed, no more pies left and shit out of wine.

Hell, everybody has got to start somewhere.

This week so far, spin class and 4 mile cross training session down, only 14 weeks and 3 days to go. Nice!

Simon T (Keeping Team Troving churning)