'We're going on a blender hunt'

Today I'm off to buy a blender because this evening I'm going to start working out...yes working out...and I'm going to drink a muscle building smoothie afterwards. Check me out. This time tonight I'll be in the local gym surrounded by muscle bound and long blonde-haired beauties crawling around on all fours looking for a lost contact lens. I've never had a good run in with sport. My mates tell of the first time they met me. A primary school kid dressed from head to toe in white. White trainers, white socks, white shorts, white T-shirt and whitish wispy blonde hair. Oh, not to mention the pale white face. My future friends must have thought the worst until I opened my mouth and said 'I'm a squash player at heart. Not much of a runner.' After that I think they thought I was alright. They definitely thought that once I huffed and puffed my way across the finishing line. A whole two minutes behind everyone else. But my brush with exercise didn't leave me broken and bruised quite the contrary. I kept plucking away. I played rugby, volleyball, basketball, tennis and, on one mind-warping inter-tutor championship gone wrong, netball - frilly skirt and all. So, no, I won't be bringing a medal home in 2012. Unless they introduce smoothie making. Now there's a sport I'd be good at. As long as my whites don't get muddied that is.