Darren Spence

This morning, for the first time in 3 weeks, I put on my t-shirt, shorts and trainers and walked back into my gym.

I started, as usual, on the Cross Trainer which has become my nemesis - particularly when I haven't been anywhere near one for weeks.

It already seems to be programmed to high for me so I always have to knock it down a level from the off - I can't be bothered going up to one of the instructors to say "excuse me, can you make that machine a bit easier for me please?" - so I'm already off to a negative start.

After 15 minutes on it, I can't breathe properly. I'm not out of breath, but all the snot in my body seems to have found its way into my nose and throat so I have to stop to blow my nose and cough - always a good look!!

I need to do half-an-hour at least, so I move over to the treadmill and already, the hill gradient and speed have my heels dropping off the back of the machine so I sprint up to the front, only to slow the damn thing down you understand!

So I continue at my leisurely pace for another 15 minutes and I am shattered!

It just goes to show how inactivity and a few large nights out can really take it out of you.

In an ideal world, I would have a gym at home, so I could exercise whenever I wanted and I'd probably feel guilty every time I saw the kit sat idle so I'd HAVE to do a session but, as it is, I have to drive home past my gym every night and, like an ex-girlfriend you can't stand, look at something else as I drive past.

The guilt last night got so bad, I made myself go earlier today but I wonder if I will ever truly enjoy exercise to the point that I feel a compulsion to do it?

Probably not.

Posted by Darren Spence on February 28, 2008 at 15:58PM

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