Following the snapping of some important ligament in my leg (see a couple of entries ago) I have decided that I must get a bit fitter. This should not be difficult, since I am only seeking to improve from a very low baseline. I suspect that Chritopher Biggins would probably beat me in the unlikely event that I was challenged by him to a bout of Greco-Roman Wrestling.
However, my local gym is now based in Glasgow City Council's area rather than South Lanarkshire Council. This means that I have to go through a humiliating "induction". That means that some heavily muscled adonis will accompany me (the sweating overweight grey haired man in a sweaty "Who Shot JR?" T Shirt) around the machines in the gym.
He will look at me disapprovingly and say things like: "Best not use this macine until you've shifted a few pounds" and "Have you consulted your doctor about your exercise regime." When we have finished I will hear souds of sniggering from reception
Nightcap
15 years ago
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