Overbooking panic

Proving that I can, at tims, be self-centred (though also soft centred, like a norange cream), I think I've overbooked myself in March. I assume that I'll have time for a Proper Birthday do, but agree to go along to all sorts of friends' Events as well and end up running around like a headless wotsit.

I *think* this is what I have booked:

Saturday 4 March - westernind's wedding celebrations in Birmingham (note to self - sort out B&B).

Saturday 11 March - I Have Forgotten.

Saturday 18 March - In an ideal world, the classic car show in London with the Oversteer girls - will depend on other bookings & energy levels.

Saturday 25 March - Much Shopping in Manchester with anyone who can cope with Girl Shopping and cocktails.

Saturday 1 April - karohemd's birthday in Cambridge, possibly staying with dr_wez on the Friday night if I can face the drive after a day at work.

What have I forgotten? What else have I promised?

Oooh.

I'm going to hurt tomorrow.

I've just done exercise for the first time in over a year. I joined a gym ("Sienna" at the Radisson Edwardian) on a 6-week trial membership and had my induction session this evening, and boy have I got unfit.

Still, I managed to run a Whole Kilometre (yeah, yeah, I know) which is more than I expected to be able to do. The aim is to be able to run 10k by the time of the 10k run (even though I'll be walking that; it'll be nice to know I *could* run it, if I don't wear the corset). Realistically, I'll settle for running 5k in half an hour by the end of the 6 weeks, which will improve me slightly from the point I was doing the 5k fun runs a few years ago (and generally managing around 40 minutes, which I blamed on the Ridiculous Hills in the courses).

If it removes my spare tyre, saddlebags & jowls (which I didn't have a year ago), I'll be happy. In the meantime, the Molton Brown toiletries in the changing rooms don't hurt.