chillidragon
Well-Known Member
Me, the chronic PE-dropout, good at some form of exercise. How? Well, a while ago the OH went through his annual 'I'mma get fit!' phase and decided that we need a home gym - one rowing machine taking up an entire corner of our bedroom; nice. Anywho, I've been ignoring it and putting up with the deafening VWOOSH-VWOOSH of him rowing away for weeks now, until finally yesterday he was out of the house, and curiosity got the better of me (read: messing about seemed far more interesting than chores). I figured thirty minutes should be easy enough, so I started plugging away, and after about five minutes I was thinking, 'huh! this isn't so hard!' Fifteen minutes later I was a bit out of breath but it was okay, so I started putting some proper effort in and by thirty minutes I had jelly knees and was blowing like a racehorse. Anyway, had a shower, thought no more of it, got on with the chores and that night before he vanished to go 'get fit' the OH came into the office, looking scandalised, and asked who'd done 10,100m on the machine? (Of course, it couldn't be me, could it?) I confessed that I'd had a go and he was traumatised. Apparently his best (till then) was only 10,000m in 30 minutes, so he promptly ran off and nearly crippled himself doing 11,400m. Men. Anyway, being uncompetitive as I am, I couldn't really fathom why I'd done so well until the lightbulb finally went on: I've been riding the most arm-wrenchingly steam-train-necked pony on the planet for six years. I'm virtually an Olympic rower!! (Okay, not quite but hey...
). Anywho, totally self-indulgent but thought I'd share. Sometimes I don't think we realise how good we might be at things until we try, and quite suddenly I love our rowing machine
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