As I have always said, exercise and healthy eating is the way forward. So whilst on this trip to Barcelona I have decided that this is the time and place to start my keep fit routine.


So what type of exercise do I need, apart from exercising my right elbow on bottles of sherbet down the Bodega. Well I looked at fitness magazines and read up on fitness routines on the internet and decided on power walking. Running seemed a little hard and a work out in the gym with a lot of lycra dressed people who obviously didn’t need to be in the gym was definitely not for me. So power walking it was to be and if that’s what I was going to do I decided I may as well, in the search of extra fitness, walk on the beach, with the added difficulty that brought.


I started my regime yesterday just after lunch, this appears to be the time the beach is very crowded so adding more difficulty to my routine by me having to walk along the waters edge and dodge round people, mostly young ladies.








I do wonder at times if I should have a word with some of these ladies just to let them know that they have forgotten to dress before they came down to the beach but they don’t seem too be bothered that things that are usually tucked away are out on display.










Maybe they are suffering from the same problem as we retired people who go down the shops in their slippers but if that’s so then they are starting with problems very early in life.


But in the interest of fitness I naturally look the other way and carry on with my power walk.


Now you may think that power walking along a beach of nearly naked ladies is an enjoyable way of keeping fit, even if I am doing my best to look the other way, but let me say here and now that there are definite down sides. What is it that makes an overweight lady who is not in her prime believe that sunbathing in next to nothing is the right thing to do? Obviously, like Christine ‘she had nothing to wear’ before coming to the beach but instead of going shopping like Christine she simply wore nothing at the beach. A solution I bring to Christine’s attention as it is obviously cheaper than the shopping option. As usually she just ignored my comment and went to find her new Kylie Minogue designer swimsuit with matching sarong and wondered across to the private pool in our park, not for her the public beach with the whale impersonators.


But the worst of all is the fifty something year old bloke. He has spent too long at the bodega and now sports a hefty beer-belly. This is his first trip to the beach this year so he is a pasty shade of white. And he is wearing a thong. He is revolting, he should be locked up for appalling exposure instead of sauntering along beach and just in case you are getting confused this is not me.


I am definitely the shorts and T-shirt type on the beach. In fact you could be excused for getting me confused with Brad Pitt. Take a look is it him or is it me ........ Hard to tell







So this is it, whatever the downside I am determined to get fit. I may need to increase my walks to three a day instead of the two I am doing at the moment, and just maybe, this is not the worst way to exercise.