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3^rd June 2012

Since arriving in Vegas I am yet to have a drink, and chances are I won’t have many, if at all. At least not until the Good Lady wife, Kyla arrives on the 5^th of July. This will undoubtedly lead to less escapades and possibly turn this into a less amusing blog that previous years.

I will however keep you updated on my “getting fit” progress. Although that may sound uninteresting, I am the proverbial FAT BASTARD. This shit don’t come easy so knowing how much people enjoy others pain, I am sure some will want to hear about it.

I weighed about 19st before I arrived. It would be nice to weigh less when I leave, and not just due to the lack of money in my pockets. Something I am confident I have failed to achieve in all my previous visits here.

Started off with all them press up and star jump and sit ups and stuff. After a break I had a go on the boxing pads. Basically 3 pads tied to a wall and you punch the bollox off ‘em with boxing mitts on.  Use a timer and box a round then break. Repeat over.

Sounds easy! And indeed after watching Nick do 10 three minutes rounds before hand, I thought “I can do that!”

Nick advised to do four 90 second rounds and a 1 minute rest. After round 1 the pads were begging for a break. I had pounded the last week or more of frustration out all over them. By round two the pads were starting to fight back. Round three I was against the rope and had the pads not been tied firmly to a pillar I swear they would have knocked me out flat in the forth. I was fucked. Jeezzzzus!

After a mere 10 minute workout, 4 of which were breaks, I nearly discovered God.

How these Pro boxers manage 12 rounds of this, with people hitting you back is beyond me.

After a few hours recovering while watching TV my phone rang. It was the Pool man. I say pool man, general handy man. He is supposed to come round and do all the things that needs doing to the house. Like getting the pool working, or fixing the sound on the telly. Both of which he’s yet to do. It has only been a week.

“I will be round in 90 minutes to look at the pool”

I was intending to play today but decided to wait. Six hours later he arrived.

We still can’t use the pool and I fixed the telly.

4^th June

A while back I, when drunk, I was talked into making a bet on weather I could run a marathon by Paddy O’Conner. And foolishly I took it. The winner gets paid into a $1500 WSOP event and the loser gets 30% of anything they may cash. Needless to say he won!

Luckily for me he failed to turn up last year and collect so effectively I was off the hook. However after a recent trip to Ireland where I bumped into Paddy again the bet was brought up and I was talked into making another. Again while drunk! (And you wonder why I am not drinking while I’m in Vegas)

This time it was to run 10k, in a predefined time. One I shall keep quiet for now for risk of further ridicule.

This off course is partly the reason I have decided to turn over a new leaf and get fit.

I have downloaded an app on my phone called ‘Couch to 10k’, and am working through its 13 week course. Currently I am on week four which means running for 2mins and walking for 3. Repeating this process eleven times. I must admit week one was much better, run for 30 seconds and walk four and half. Anyway I managed it this morning and wasn’t nearly as knackered as anticipated. God help me by week 12 though.

Great thing about American Gyms is I am far from the fattest person in there. Not even close!

After this I headed over to the strip to play some cash. I decided on the Bellagio mainly because its handily located next to the freeway. I sat in the 5/10 NL with 1500 and I am happy to say never really dropped below that. For once!

After 3 hours I was 2.5k up and decided to call it a day. Maybe a mistake because I has a very tasty table, but I was desperate to bank a win if only for morale purposes.

I joined nick at the Venetian and won a further 500 at the PLO 1/2/5 game before having a Chinese for supper. Yes I am on a diet but having exercised that morning I was free rolling on the calories for day so why the fuck not. I’m not a saint!