Chapter 4
It was two months before I was in a Spin class taken by Chris again. I sometimes wondered if he saw my name on the list for a class and avoided leading that one. Then I wondered where I could borrow a stepladder to get the hell over myself.
Two months was a long time to go without a cigarette, but I’d made it this far. And far from getting fat, I was down a waist size. I didn’t weigh much less, because I was putting on some muscle. I doubted I’d ever be sporting a six pack like some of the younger lads in the group. I still like a pint and, though I’d improved my eating habits, Friday was still takeaway night. But, yeah, the difference was obvious and Chris saw it, too. He stopped me after the class finished, smiling at me.
“How’s your training going?”
“Good,” I said.
He did
