In a story that started with being at parental home on a Sunday with only the Telegraph to read (what is it about retirement that turns people into Telegraph readers?) I ended up entering Britain's Fittest Director.
It seemed like a good idea. No doubt there would be a chance of a bit of exposure for Esendex. So sacrificing my self-respect for the cause I signed up.
I've been shortlisted.
This would be fine if I hadn't embellished slightly how much training I really do. It was more along the lines of what I hope to be able to do in a week rather than what I really end up doing.
It would also be fine if I had a few weeks to get myself back in the swing of things. Unfortunately the evaluation session is on Friday.
So the challenge now,
Not to be Britain's Least-Fit Fittest Director.
Will let you know.
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