Love running, hate the treadmill. With a vengeance. It just takes all the fun out of it and push you no way near as hard as actual outdoors running.
Having been afraid to try these new mystery gadgets having appeared at the gym a few weeks back, I tried to get my trainer to explain it to me. Well, first it took him about 15 minutes to understand what on earth I was talking about - apparently 'it's like a treadmill but shaped like a banana' was not a helpful description.
Apparently these things - curved treadmills - are designed to make you drive the run without the treadmill doing the work for you. Which in theory fixes the problem I have with ordinary treadmills.
So, on this very hungover Sunday I decided to give it a go.
I climbed up on it and immediately when I started to move my feet, the machine kicked off, took me by surprise which inevitably resulted in me flying off it and landing on a bozu ball. Twice. Elegance and grace - that's me!
I did pull it off in the end. Nevermind that one of the gym staff had to come hold my hand and block my flight attempts.
But you know what? Running isn't quite running without the crack dealers outside of Royal London Hospital, being chased by an angry mastiff in Victoria Park and colliding with bankers when running through Moorgate.
Treadmill or no treadmill - bring on marathon season!
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| Mystery machine from outer space. |
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