In the last few months, as I have transformed from a lifelong couch devotee to a runner, I have frequently had the experience of saying words that make no sense coming out of my mouth. "I got up early morning to fit a run in." "I did my first parkrun." "I bought a bike."
Well this week, it happened again.
I joined a gym!
As the nights get longer, the weather gets colder and the opportunities for evening running have all but disappeared, our brand new local gym with swimming pool became the only option. The pure irrational terror at the concept of attending such an establishment was finally overridden, and I attended my induction session this morning.
I tried out the treadmill, my first time ever, and quickly got used to it as I churned out a trial 1km run.
I now have no excuses again. This is a good thing. I think.