I hate gyms. That's why I stick to tennis for my regular cardio-workout. However if I'm going to make it round 13 miles of scenic Nottingham city centre in September I had better get acquainted with some serious-looking equipment.
Last week I paid-up and joined my tennis club gym, hoping that on most evenings in deepest winter I will have the place to myself. Booking an Induction session was the easy bit - remembering the instructions was going to take serious cerebral effort on my part. Not noted for my love of technology I mounted the running machine and gazed at the push-button options in front of me. WEIGHT? (must I?) LEVEL? (let's start at base) TIME? (I could manage 3mins) START - the machine whirred into life and so did my legs. I was walking, which was a bit embarrasing so with a false sense of confidence I upped the pace. Then the gradients kicked-in and before I knew it the heart-rate monitor was flashing madly at me. I know these machines don't have minds, but I could sense the distain!
Right...which button do I press for a skinny latte?
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