the gym

Gym Etiquette, revisited

Riddle me this, readers: You’re at the gym. It’s empty, but for one solitary person – a clumsy redhead, say – who is wheezing away on the treadmill right next to the wall. This treadmill is one of about ten…

running shoes, yesterday

Calamity Jane strikes again

It hasn’t been a good week for my clothes.  No, I haven’t lost any of them, but… First of all I managed to dye my running shoes grey. Yes, grey. They WERE a kind of beige colour, but all of…

Things I Bought: February Edition

Terry has just reminded me that I haven’t yet provided my monthly breakdown of Things I Bought for February and so, because I know the world will surely end if I don’t list these items, here it is… February was…

The gym, one year on…

This weekend marks the one year anniversary of Terry and I joining the gym. We decided to celebrate the occasion by forgetting to renew our membership, so that when we turned up for Body Pump on Monday morning and tried…

Zero, Schmero

Today at the gym (four times in a row! GO ME!), before the class even started, I managed to: 1. Drop a barbell on my thumb, creating the kind of pain that makes your heart rise into your mouth, and…

Pump It Up

A long time ago, in a land not-so-very-far from here, there lived a beautiful princess young woman who decided to take a step class at her local gym. “I shall take a step class,” said the young woman. “Because I…

This Pool Ain’t Big Enough For the Both of Us

I am done with the pool. No, that didn’t take long, did it? And actually, to be fair, it’s not so much the pool I’m done with so much as it’s The Others: Yes, The Others have troubled me for…