Ow! Ouch! Owie!
OK, not yet, but come tomorrow those are the words I will be exclaiming!
I had a rough night last night so was unable to drag myself out of bed at 5:00 am to hit the gym. So, I had to go after work because I just had to test out my new iPod. But apparently, when you hang back at the office to finish up those last couple of emails, by the time you get to the gym all the treadmills are in use.
And so, I hit the hill-climbing machine. And because I’m that person who has to be awesome and push that little bit more than I should, I set it to a nice, brisk pace with a nice, steep incline. And I could feel the burn! You definitely use a different set of muscles for climbing steep hills than you do for running your arse off!
As I climbed I realised that if I played with that machine often enough, I could totally head out for the high hunt with the guys and could hike in to help carry out any animals that happen to be unlucky enough to get caught in the crosshairs.
More importantly, I realised that if I played with that machine often enough, I could totally have amazingly awesome “buns of steel”, sleek legs “up to here”, and gams that would make a 1930’s Hollywood film gangster stop and whistle!
But if I’m honest, I’d rather just run.