Day 12 - Christmas Eve

So, the gym is closed and I'm due a 30 minute workout of something other than running. It took some pondering but I came up with the ideal solution - leave work at 12:00 and go straight to the George. Barging your way through masses of revellers and carrying those very heavy drinks must count for something. Plus having a bladder the size of a pea meant that one way or another I was constantly on the move -oh well, there's always tomorrow