Gym Tales

2 visits to the gym this weekend have convinced me of one thing…

My recent estimate of stamina and fitness levels may just have been slightly optimistic, as I behold my own Everest with the awe that must surely have overcome Edmund Hillary on that day in 1953 when he first set eyes on the mountain.

I have no Sherpa Tenzing on board to encourage me with words of sage wisdom, so armed only with a weak will, I failed miserably in my vow to ‘knock the beer on the head’ over the weekend.

Induction night on Friday saw me fail to adequately complete any of the ‘Fitness Tests’ devised by my evil taskmaster, although I was encouraged minutely by his statement that I did better than he expected, given my lifestyle and sedentary career.

Sunday morning though saw some progress, as I managed to complete 1.5km on the treadmill through a combination of ‘fast walking’ and ‘easy jogging’ (when I daringly cranked up the speed to 7.5kmh, just to see what it was like).  This falls far short of my original intention to try and run 3 miles on Sport Relief day though, and I thank the stars for my (surely subconscious) ineptitude in selecting the desired distance to run on the day when I signed up on the Sport Relief website.

It’s early days though, and I am encouraged by the fact that I have been joined in ‘Team Heatonian’ by the lovely Natalie from the Kings, and ‘Oirish’ Tina.

Next visit to the gym will be Wednesday evening.

I can’t bloody wait!