So, I did it – I joined the local gym. By local, I mean 300 yards from my front door, so there’s no excuse. I handed over some cash and my bank details, at that was it – commitment. Everyone knows that’s the easy part.
The gym is run by Ulisses (my partner trains with him) – he is supportive and enthusiastic, and I’m looking forward to it. I’m pleased to say I managed 3k on the treadmill without too much slowing down, after a very rapid and very wet cycle home.
I’ll let you know tomorrow if I can still walk…
Treadmill playlist highlight: Pendulum – Propane Nightmares