Initially spurred on by Tony's amazing achievements in the fitness stakes, I very quickly came to the conclusion that for me, a treadmill would be the best investment for my continued health and well being.
It duly arrived on Tuesday in a huge box weighing 56 kilos. At the moment even lifting or shifting 2 kilos leaves me gasping so I had to wait for some kind muscle bound person to help me get it up and running.
He arrived in the shape of the landlord's odd job guy and assembled it for me in fifteen minutes flat. It only required ten screws but the weight was the biggest hindrance. Within three minutes of it being assembled and re-homed in it's new space the photo above was the result
I did manage to do fifteen minutes on it at a very slow speed due to my awful recent deconditioning and within a minute of switching it off, the black and white fluff bag resumed his position. As far as he is concerned, it's his and paws off!