Results tagged “fitness” from Birmingham Mail - Road Runner

Nearly every calorific foodstuff under the sun has found its way into my stomach this Christmas so it's time to start afresh and get on with the detox.

I'm really looking forward to getting back to the Birmingham university gym with a million other fatties who have had too much to eat in three days over Christmas and will now lose approximately one tenth of what they put on by exercising for all of January.

I can't wait to sit on the sweaty stinking bikes after some lardy person has perspired half their body weight on to it.

I can't wait to queue for the running machines while a load of detox newbies walk at a snails pace thinking they're doing a stirling workout that will see them ship shape in no time (I've never understood why people join a gym just so they can walk on the treadmill).

And I certainly can't wait to plonk my behind down on the sit-up mats where the bum print of the last person will remain for all eternity because they ate one or two (dozen) mince pies too many.

But I must stop myself there. Despite my grumpiness, I always, always look at these people and think - fair play to them.

Going to the gym, which is normally full of fitness freaks showing off their six packs and tight muscly bits, is pretty damn intimidating at the best of times. So if you can make it there when you are at your most plump, and at least have a go at losing a few pounds, then you have my respect.

It also means, when I come to taking a Spring holiday, that there should be enough room in the Easyjet economy seats for those New-Year weight watchers to fit their ample behinds without encroaching into my space.