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Getting fit should come with a health warning, warns PJM. "In my pursuit of the body beautiful, I've broken three exercise bikes and two running machines, concussed myself and, most distressingly, bruised my testicles." And he's yet to try and get out of his contract...
( , Thu 9 Jul 2009, 13:45)
Getting fit should come with a health warning, warns PJM. "In my pursuit of the body beautiful, I've broken three exercise bikes and two running machines, concussed myself and, most distressingly, bruised my testicles." And he's yet to try and get out of his contract...
( , Thu 9 Jul 2009, 13:45)
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A couple of years back
I decided it was time to get buff.
It was probably the wife affectionately calling me her big pooh bear that convinced me it was time...
So off I jogged to the local branch of Fitness First which had all the latest gizmos to get you fit. Sadly said gizmos required you to actually exercise. Being the posh place it was I even had my own personal trainer like some hollywood star who stood by the machine while I huffed and puffed, telling me that I shouldn't eat chips and smoke tabs.
My nemesis the cross trainer (think medieval torture contraption) had sensors on the handles that measured your heart rate as you worked out and displayed the increasingly alarming numbers on the screen in front of you. When it started beeping and going WARNING! WARNING! I decided that this exercise lark really wasn't for me so I left and never went back.
Cost of finding out that I'm an unfit slob = 500 quid
Pooh bear it is then....
( , Thu 9 Jul 2009, 14:06, Reply)
I decided it was time to get buff.
It was probably the wife affectionately calling me her big pooh bear that convinced me it was time...
So off I jogged to the local branch of Fitness First which had all the latest gizmos to get you fit. Sadly said gizmos required you to actually exercise. Being the posh place it was I even had my own personal trainer like some hollywood star who stood by the machine while I huffed and puffed, telling me that I shouldn't eat chips and smoke tabs.
My nemesis the cross trainer (think medieval torture contraption) had sensors on the handles that measured your heart rate as you worked out and displayed the increasingly alarming numbers on the screen in front of you. When it started beeping and going WARNING! WARNING! I decided that this exercise lark really wasn't for me so I left and never went back.
Cost of finding out that I'm an unfit slob = 500 quid
Pooh bear it is then....
( , Thu 9 Jul 2009, 14:06, Reply)
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