I don't know if you heard me counting. I did over a thousand.

Today I begin a free week at the gym, thanks to a friend who's just become a member, and I can't wait. I've been going cold turkey since I left university, where I was down at my local uni facilities 5 times a week, jogging to and from given that it was only 3 minutes away, and ever since I moved home I've been getting the shakes and waking up in the middle of the night reaching for the treadmill. Not that I'm some sort of vain, fitness freak you understand. My oft-espoused reason for this was that the more exercise you do, the more energy you feel you have in the long-run, and while I was at university trying to finish my degree, visit my missus who lived 2 1/2 hours away and keep up a part-time bar job I needed all the lead in my pencil that I could muster. I'll report back at the end of the week (when, no doubt, I've pulled every muscle in my body and suffered a stress fracture in my knees, or something).