I’ve decided to type another blog for the simple reason that my fingers are about the only parts of me that don’t hurt this morning.
Last night I visited the gym I’ve just joined to go through the regime of exercise that is hopefully going to keep the weight off... get me feeling fitter... and tire me out enough to get a decent night’s sleep every now and again.
It’s a huge place and one of the things that sort of appealed was the wide range of people using the gym... all ages and sizes so I didn’t feel too intimidated... Well I didn’t until I saw one of the blokes in the free weights area. Jesus he was bloody huge and I’m sure he’d have no trouble at all
picking me up and flinging me across the room if he so wished...
That said, put a badminton racket in his hand with me on the other side of the net and there’d only be one winner. Sadly my triumph would be somewhat marred after the post-match handshake when I realised that the bones in my right hand had been reduced to little more than powder...
This lad called Sean/Shaun (delete as appropriate) who was actually really encouraging and helpful... he always turned away when he wanted to chuckle... anyway, he showed me round a few machines of torture and kindly
allowed me to demonstrate my enduring lack of strength and stamina... there are literally dozens of bikes, rowers, cross trainers (they were the ones who couldn’t use the machines they wanted...), steppers, you name them, I couldn’t get them to work...
But there’s also a 200m running track circling the room... eight laps equals one mile... I managed fourteen (laps not miles!) on my first attempt at jogging in nearly a year. Even the paramedics looked impressed...
A 25m pool, a hydrotherapy pool (that’s the one you can trump in and no one notices the extra bubbles), a sauna and best of all... a cafe that serves chips.
So the Olympic dream starts here... I struggled long and hard to find a photo of me looking even remotely athletic... but here’s an “action shot” of me with my go-faster haircut in the 2002 Great North Run... When this picture was taken, I was looking good for a podium finish... sadly I just missed out after I was overtaken by 30,000 other runners, a pineapple and a tomato...
Such is life...
All my own work... almost.