Life is funny. Or “funny”. Yesterday I arrived at work to discover a letter sticky taped to the reception desk, telling everyone who works at Hunt’s that the club has been sold, and as of Monday will be owned by a Canadian chain of gyms. It said that all staff would be re-employed by the new owners, which is great, but neglected to mention anything about the personal training arrangements - which meant the whole crew of trainers was thrown into some kind of insane flux.

My trainer (and hero) Steve was totally unfazed. The day before when I’d trained with him, he’d speculated about a sale. I’d scoffed, but was obviously forced to eat my words less than twelve hours later. Another guy was on the phone looking for space for a studio within minutes. I had three clients to deal with, and just wanted to run into the changerooms and cry.

Call me old fashioned, but I honestly believe if you have a group of people working out of your premises who are paying you a large sum of money to do so, you need to let them know when something radical is happening. Especially if it might change their business completely - for instance, not being able to work out of said premises anymore. I guess my impending tears were partly because of terror (loss of income, not having my clients anymore), and partly due to a sense of betrayal.

So yet again, I find myself in a place of disturbing acceptance. No one knows what’s going on, so it’s pointless worrying. I had my requisite period of mourning the past yesterday, and whatever happens, it could well turn out to be a positive thing.

I found it quite funny that my first reaction to potential financial doom was the overwhelming urge to go out and spend heaps of money on clothes. I stifled that urge, and ran 4.3k on the treadmill instead. Then I bought five action movies to remind me that an ass kicking attitude is the only way to go. So if the new owners want to have a martial arts tournament to the death on a remote island at any stage, I’m ready for them.

The wonderfully ironic thing about it all is I only just realised yesterday was Friday the 13th.

Today I’m loving: running nearly thirteen k’s this week and still being able to walk!


Posing in camoflage Mr Dog shows his sweet sideMiss M and her bear