Earlier in February my brother came along with me to Virgin Active when he was in London for the weekend and chilled out in the spa while I did my turn in the gym. He obviously got the bug though as he signed up along with his kids at a rival health club back in Wales, where Virgin doesn't have a presence.
As I arrived here this morning to do my duty with regard to aerobic and resistance exercises I remembered him encouraging me to use the building for more than just working out, so I'm typing this as I browse my blogroll over a latte at one of the club's internet terminals, and after I hit the gym I'm going take a sauna and then linger over the Sunday papers in an armchair. (Prince is in the Observer.)
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