Fitness..at any cost. Apart from where dignity’s concerned April 16, 2008

I got back from a run earlier in the week and decided I still had energy enough to do something else.  So the stepper got dusted off and the trampette un-elegantly manhandled from it’s usual behind the sofa position.  Daytime telly on, pint of water nearby, and I was off.

 

After 10mins on the stepper, I moved on to the trampette and ‘ran’ on it with high knees and arms pumping for all of a minute.  I would have done more, I could have done more - but I happened to see my neighbour pull up in his car opposite (light afternoons, the curtains are open).  Utterly mortified that he may see me bounding like a loony through the bay window, I promptly hopped off, grabbed the nearest mag (Viz, of all things) and bundled onto the sofa whilst trying to look normal. With a sweaty face and bad scraped back hair. And Viz magazine, upside down.

 

OK, so why should I care if the nice neighbour (old, not someone I’m trying to impress) saw me?  I go out running and do other sports in public view, after all.  I think it’s just the fact I’m doing it in the living room -  there’s something slightly shameful about exercising in your front room when there’s perfectly good parks to run round, gyms to visit and leisure centre changing rooms to be disgusted by.  I think the trampette just made it worse.  Of all things to be doing, jumpin’ around is not the most elegant. 

 

I think in future, whenever I wang on the Thai-Bo vid or decide that I will use the gym ball, I must shut the curtains.