Fitness

#55

I’m standing by the kitchen window at 7 a.m., holding a mug of milky tea and a chocolate digestive. Down one floor, a thin white-haired man hurries across the car park.

I should shave my head today.

Then comes a muscular young man in shorts, lost in his phone and probably heading for Burgess Park.

If I ran often, would my legs be as thick as his?

Finally, an overweight young woman with long, curly hair, approaches the car park.

If I stand up straight, suck in my stomach and go to the gym... is there still hope for me?

A car park in Camberwell, South London. Photo by the author.