I’ve never set off for a gym with a grin. I can appreciate the absorption the gym jocks must feel, it’s clear they love their sessions, often long, carefully sculpting bumpy bits on arm and chest and leg. But for me, gym is labour, pure and simple. A means to an end: the best way to stave off arthritis, general upper body resilience, prevention of those common pulled muscles.
But this morning I must have woken differently. The gym was almost empty. Down on my bench, weights raised, I felt instantly alert and serene. Perhaps a more holistic view of this year’s exercising efforts – foot, bike and dumbbell – is on offer to me. Perhaps even a geek whose idea of bliss is slumpy reading can progress towards physical freedom and fun. Perhaps . . .