Fridays at the gym (and sometimes weekends) are what we call “Fuckabout Club.” Fuckabout Club originated when I was at uni, when a group of my friends would congregate in the ‘black common room’ (the one with black sofas, not to be confused with the red common room which had, er, red sofas) and do anything except study or revise. Thanks to Fuckabout Club, we pretty much all learnt how to juggle over the course of a few months.

In gym terms, Fuckabout Club happens on a friday night because that is when its at it’s most empty. There’s space to do headstands, monkey bars, box jumps, skipping.. you name it, there’s finally space to give it a go on a friday night. Saturday mornings and sunday evenings are also prime F-a-C times, and we’ve genuinely worked it into our fitness schedule. Monday: Back, Tuesday: Chest, Wednesday: Hockey/Rest Day, Thursday: Legs, Friday: Fuckabout Club.

So that’s what I got up to on Day 13, and then spent Day 14 on Clapham Common with a book, getting slowly very sunburnt.

Today we did chest and core, although not with our usual enthusiasm levels because it was a sunday night, and the gym was about to close.

 

Stats so far: Days: 15, Workouts: 16