These Days

Today I asked if I could try some interval training at the gym, I have grown a bit in confidence since choosing to add some floor exercises. In the shop window ambiance of the place, these take centre stage where the passing motorists get the best view of all of your struggles with balancing on the Swiss ball – or not balancing in my case.

So, full of enthusiasm, I take to the treadmill, this time adding minute-long bursts of speed to my usual budget battery walk. An unbecoming shade of crimson soon adorns my face.

I do similar on the recumbent cycle and move onto the weights. I try and complete them in double quick time. I saw this lady on TV, In her 90s but looked a passable 45; she swore that her ‘secret’ was having done lightning quick exercises everyday all her life. Demonstrating in the studio, she managed to put the infinitely younger presenters to shame – and they must have been young enough to be great-grandchildren.

I cool down on the rowing machine and am joined by a pesky young whippersnapper of about 12 who seems intent on challenging me to a race – on whose fish gets eaten by the shark quickest. I didn’t know they had games on them…

In the changing room the shower cubicle next to me has music rising through the torrent, ”Those were the days my friend…”

Someone seems happy, I think to myself, but actually she’s wrong. These are the days!

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