Caramba! there's more to this training lark than meets the eye. And the bottom.
I found a local gym last week (yes, with local people!), and amongst piles of what looked like ships ballast, dumbells, crawfish heads and a Gentlemans toilet straight out of Trainspotting, there was an excercise bike. Brilliant I thought, this is where my training starts.
Dressed in my best shorts, and armed with about 4500 songs on my mp3 player I decided to get stuck into some serious pedalling, and cancelled the rest of the days appointments. Well, I was only about half way through ABC's "Shoot that Poison Arrow" when then klaxons started sounding in my engine room. Cranking the lever marked Resistance to it's minimum setting helped,but only delayed things until the start of Smells Like Teen Spirit. Pretty soon I couldn't hear anything above my wheezing. Some really large men were laughing. I may need to return on another day.
I think a personal trainer is probably the best way forward, and I have the young man pictured below in mind, I interviewed him last night and he said all the right things. Quite what they were, I've no idea, but anyone that uses a whistle (loudly) during normal conversation gets my vote every time.
Can you get EPO on e-Bay?
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