Behold me at last week's Boot Camp Extravaganza.
I am Mounting an Upsidedown Pod. You can't imagine how tricky it was.
Miss Jay, the Games Mistress had to hold on to me for quite some time until I got whatever Bearings I Still Have. Apparently, the older you get, the more balance you lose. That's why old people take little mincing steps instead of Big Strides when they run. Or perhaps Trot.
So many steps......So much effort.
What on earth was I doing all day, I wondered? Certainly Not participating in the New York Marathon, which is what Miss Jay will be doing in November.
I seem to remember that I spent quite some time at the Whiteboard.
And then of course I had to trot up to 'Zinc' to get my Second Latte. A couple of short trips to the bathroom. And down a few flights of stairs to The School Canteen where I ordered a chicken roll with Aoli & semi-sundried tomatoes.
Perhaps the Pedometer was faulty.
Just like Gidget, the Heroine of my Pubescent Years.