I'm starting to think I should rename this blog "Try and get strong before dying".

I have not been climbing in well over a month since a trip to Mungers with Ry. My bike hasn't turned up yet from Halfrauds and I am turning back into a bloated, lazy shit bag. I'm pretty pissed about this to be honest! I haven't been able to purchase my Beastmaker either. It was supposed to be my birthday present from my other half but it hasn't materialised yet. In fact it was the lamest birthday I have ever had! Total presents: 0. Nothing at all. Cue the violins for me! I did get a nice meal I suppose but all I wanted was a Beastmaker!

Today is the day though. The day for change. The day I kick my own arse into gear and stop the rot. I have just been sent a picture message of me and the mrs. Jesus Christ I have more chins than a Chinese telephone book. Seeing my big fat head has made me accept I am so far out of shape it crazy. So things need to change, effective immiediatly. There has been way to much excess in the last month, far to many excuses to be lazy and drink beer. The next drink for me will be the Keswick beer festival on the 7th of June. Until then I will be dry. The pull up bar will be getting used as opposed to ignored and my attitude to it all will be positive. I read daily the pages of UKB and wonder why I never have much to say. The only reason is I haven't been climbing and have subsequentally lost the desire.

It will return, and I mean it this time.