Admittedly the 2FM blog hasn’t gone as well as it could have done, in fact, it’s barely done anything! One of us has been away, keeping trim with regular running, eating sensibly and looking after himself whilst the other has continued to shun the gym, eat rubbish and discard any form of personal exercise. So, for the second time this summer, it’s time to start again! (What you will notice about me is that I have great ideas of starting things, but don’t quite follow them through).

Realising that work is drawing ever nearer and that this means ‘pop and crisps’ at dinnertime, things got serious….the gym was a necessity! Now the 2FM attend different gyms, so working out together today was not an option. One of the lads that works at the gym has invited this FM to attend workouts with him, but he has a level of fitness that sadly I do not, so solo gym missions it is for now.

I arrived at the gym happy, content that today was the first day of my fitness regime. I exercised, I sweated, I sneezed, I got snotty and more importantly I worked off some calories. I arrived home and ran a hot bath, in celebration of my achievements……..it was at this point I hit a snag….my Barcelona shirt was so tight and sweaty that I actually got…..

….Trapped in a Dani Alves shirt!

I wriggled about, toppled to the floor, stood up, asked my cat for assistance, but alas it never came. After what felt like an eternity however I broke free of the La Liga shackles and sprinted across the landing to the bathroom.

Jordan