Saturday, 12 October 2013
It’s time to get my gigantic fat arse back into shape. This is my backyard gym. If I could, I’d sign up with Matt Wolfs in a heartbeat: we’ve known each other for more than ten years and I watched in amazement as he changed from a gentle giant into an Arnold-shaped Adonis carved from stone.
Alas, he chose to set up in Melbourne, which is a 1,400km return commute I’d rather not make.
Willpower it is, then.