So I'm at the gym and in he walks, Gazelle man as we like to call him, as graceful as you like and gets on the treadmill. I'm plodding along and looking decidedly fat, frumpy, sweaty and puffed. I try not to look but I can't stop my eyes wondering....why do they put all those mirrors there? He is going so fast and his calf muscles are so, well, firm I seem to be forever struggling with either my floppy fringe or the bloody annoying ipod arm band which keeps pinching my arm and yet he's still running gazelle like and majestic like nothing can stop him!!! Argh why can't I run like that?! I'm sure he sees me peeking at him, I bet he has a little chuckle to himself!! Well I raise my speed a bit to 10.5 for a couple of minutes then slow down to a trot for a bit, I'm so hot and I look just awful, BUT Oh the joy He stops running and gets off the treadmill, I feel like I've won!!!!! Then he gets on the cross trainer and my victory is cut short
Anyway, as nice as it is to have something of great beauty to look at whilst working out my question is, "How can I stop him putting me off"? He makes me feel so rubbish!!!!!