Let me say this from the get go so we’re all clear on where we stand with one another.
I don’t give a rat’s testicle about a strong heart or good lungs or avoiding osteoporosis. I exercise so that when I sit at my computer (like now) my stomach doesn’t protrude over my jeans to the point that I can’t inhale.
If I was one of those people with a turbo-boost metabolism who can dig into a mushroom risotto and still wear jeggings in the morning, you wouldn’t catch me dead in that stinking hell-hole of a gym. Sadly, god did not bless me in that way, so I have no choice but to make (what I must admit) are somewhat half-hearted forays into that weird, underground world of sweat and protein drinks and strange, twinkling machines.
Frankly, fit people piss me off. What business do they have pummelling away, looking so focused and smug and like they’re not even in pain while I spend the entire session staring desperately at the time which, by the way, never goes slower than when you’re running.
Just this morning I found myself behind one of those demonic gym girls from hell. By the time I got to my machine, took ten minutes to untangle my earphones, get my water sorted, remove my sweater and find the eighties music channel – oh, and check my phone seven times in case a very urgent call had come through with stuff I needed to attend to immediately – she’d already been running for some time. Fast. I could tell by the casual way she stopped and wiped her sweaty brow, glancing briefly around before continuing her sprint how she pitied the rest of us for not being her.
She was dressed from head to toe in sexy black lycra, her long brown hair tied back in one of those don’t-fuck-with-me-I’m-in-training ponytail-plaits, and the cool white stripes on her leggings blurred as she ran, making her look like she was going even faster. It wouldn’t have been surprising if the techno music suddenly went quiet and Chariots of Fire started blasting from the sound system, while everyone stopped what they were doing to gather around her and clap and wave their small towels in slow motion.