Lardathon Day 27-29

Day 27 - Friday - and I'm off to Becky's spin class. My legs were still tired from the night before and although Becky's class was easier it was still damn tough with tired legs. Still - stomach bug seems to have gone

Day 28 - Saturday, and it's off to the gym to do a spin class (can you sense a theme her). It would normally be Mel but she was on holiday so someone called Sarah who I'd seen around the gym took it. She's one of the LAPT's so knows lots of stuff and it was a good class, although the continuous track wasn't as much my taste in music as the normal stuff. Then she mentioned an abs class and since she had rather obviously good abs I thought this should be good so went along to see if she could get rid of my lardy bits.

Unfortunately it doesn't quite work like that and that requires abstaining from beer. I do honestly have a fabulous six pack under this lard but it's hidden behind a layer of Stella and 1664.

Anyway - the class, and some weird and wonderful manoeuvres from "abs queen" Sarah which gave the two participants highly achey stomach muscles during the class. Then off for a brief sauna, home for lunch, and off to meet Jogblog for an afternoon of beer and free ice cream.

We met up at Clapham South tube, and walked (or limped in Jogblog's case) to the entrance where we were given passes and entered the arena. It was really good apart from the queues for the free ice cream but after searching them all I went for a coffee buzz buzz. Then I went to the toilet and bumped into an old student of mine from 2000 so we chatted a bit and I lost Jogblog who kept saying she was at a toilet and then walking off to another one in the time I went to meet her but eventually we met up by the beer tent. The music was generally good and I particularly enjoyed "The Feeling" with their vocal harmonies which I always like although the comment about counterpoint was a bit overly poncey.

Day 29 - I wake up with very sore abs and feeling hungry and am typing this while I wait for Jogblog to put on her make-up so that we can go to a greasy spoon for a fry-up but my stomach thinks my throat's been cut so I'm tempted to go downstairs and raid the muesli jar except that Jogblog has probably put a mark on the side so she can tell if I've surreptitiously swiped some in a 3am muesli raid.

Today is going to be a rest day as I've done spin every day for the last four and I ache like buggery. I haven't dared weigh myself after the beer and ice cream yesterday but tomorrow will be no better after a fry-up but I should still lose weight on Lardathon unlike some people I could mention.

UPDATE

The greasy spoon visit was well worthwhile, except that instead of the normal sort of sized plates that you could measure in square inches or whatever they decided to use plates that could be measured in acres or square miles. They were massive! And they were full of food as well.

I had suasage, egg, bacon beans and chips while Jogblog had a veggie version without the bacon or sausage but with mushrooms and what the menu called "bubble" instead. This I concluded was short for bubble and squeak which is an old stylee dish that my gran used to cook made of cabbage and potato, rather than an ex Big Brother housemate from series two way back in 2001, because obviously if you fried him then his selection of stupid hats would spoil the taste and anyway it wouldn't be veggie then either.

Then we walked back to Jogblog's but an ice cream van went past but we didn't get one. It did play that ruddy annoying tune though, and I really have to wonder what tune ice cream vans played before the 1970s Cornetto advert as that seems to be the only tune that ice cream vans play. It's well boring! Get something different FFS as most kids won't get the association with the ice cream advert anyway. Maybe some death metal or gangsta rap would be better at attracting da yoof to buy an ice cream while the bloke in the ice cream van shouts "Yo MotherF**ker, buy a cornetto or I'll shoot you dahn wiv me AK47 d'ya get me innit?!"