This of course means going to the gym after work but when I get
there it is to find that my Metro membership covering the gyms of both
Nottingham and Derby has expired. I have to fill in a new form to kick start it
off again for another six months. This is despite the fact both cities already have all my
details in their computer systems. Red tape hell.
That wastes ten vital minutes of gym time. L says I’m not on
a deadline but Trent Barton say different, that is if I don’t want to slip into
hourly Red Arrow territory.
The gym is packed with Januarites, attempting to fulfil
rashly made resolutions. There is a queue for the treadmills, the Watt Bikes and even for the weighing scales.
A lot of the Januarites who are
mainly female are coming in, weighing themselves, walking on the treadmill for ten
minutes, reweighing themselves, shaking their heads and then leaving. To be
honest they probably burnt the most calories before they even weighed
themselves the first time by coming up the stairs from the changing rooms.
And Ladies... the tried and trusted men's way of seeing how hard your workout has been is to
ring your shirt out and see what comes out. You could weigh the product of that I suppose but you may need paper cup.
L and Daughter are doing their workout outdoors and they run
from home.
(Wednesday 3rd January)
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