Boot Camp

This morning my door bell rang, still asleep I stumbled to the door to be greeted by an energetic The Other Miss Pickering. I had slept through the alarm and forgotten it was the start of The Regime. Power walking this morning, The Hound came along, like an annoying teacher's pet with their hand up and a "pick me" attitude he was keen to show off and sprinted ahead. I was less speedy, still a little stiff from a kettle belling session earlier in the week, and struggling with my wardrobe choice. Most of my outdoor pursuits can be done in a wardrobe of woollen stockings, silk camisole, tweed jacket and a pheasant brooch, this morning I was a vision in grey marl. To avoid the "reject from a 1980's exercise video" look, I might have to invest in some of those new technology fabrics, and a pair of trainers that aren't covered in sequins.