Not a particularly ground breaking conversation, but telling all the same.
If Sion had asked me the same question two weeks ago, I would have thought for a second or two and said "No, not togiht, see you later" and watched him head to the gym by himself. This would be in spite of planning to go all week, but needing only the smallest of excuses not to go.
For some reason exercising has suddenly clicked with me. I enjoy it, I like pushing myself to go that little bit longer, go a little bit faster. I'm not going to lie, I can't really see any change appearance wise. I annoyingly seem to weigh exactly the same, but my clothes seem just that little bit looser. I'm walking that little bit taller. My knees don't pop as I walk up the stairs, I feel stronger.
My using energy at the gym I seem to have more energy to use.
This weekend I want to clear the garden, cut the hedges, file away 6 months of paperwork. I'm looking forward to cooking for my friends and family, fitting in a trip or two to the gym.
Most of all I'm looking forward to spending the weekend energised, rather than slumping on the sofa lethargically.
I've not yet got the body of an Olympic athlete, but I've at least turned a corner.