I joined a gym six weeks ago. That officially makes me a hypocrite. I must now apologise to all (both) the gym-goers I sneered at previously.
"Oh, going to get on your hamster-wheels?" I would victoriously sneer, as their toned bodies glided gracefully out of view..
"Oh, going to drive ten miles, so you can sit on a stationary bike and pedal it for five miles?", I would majestically sneer to the absolute mirth-filled delight (complete indifference) of my captive audience of fellow couch potatoes.
Of course, I was just masking the growing fear that I'm not as young, light or fit as I was, and I'm not really doing much about it, save for the occasional trespass around a farmers field with the hounds, or slow paddle down the river.
You may hear similar denial style rationalisations from smokers
"Yeah, it may be bad for me, but I get an hour more break than you everyday, so who's really gonna live longer? eh? EH?" Quite.
Anyway, I'm enjoying going, I have no idea if I'm any fitter or lighter, but I'm making an effort. If I ever took the piss out of you for your healthy attendance, I'm sorry. If I took the piss out for any other reason, IT STILL STANDS!
At my preferred Health and Leisure facility, they provide you with shower gel. I hate shower gel. it's not fit for purpose. You just smear yourself with a slightly slimy concoction that REFUSES to lather. It's deeply unsatisfying. What's wrong with a good old fashioned hunk of soap? You can hold it in your hand for the whole duration of your shower, delivering wave after wave of superb quality bubblage. My favourite soap is from Lush. It's Virgin Olive Oil flavour and smells divine. or at least it did until they discontinued it a few weeks ago. The swines. I'm never going back to Lush. Or to the gym.