Even though it doesn’t look like it, I regularly go to the gym, trying to stave off gravity and improve bone density by throwing myself around in my trainers twice a week. Recently, though, this has become something of a headache, and I mean this literally.
As I’m working my way around the rooms in my gym, struggling with my lat pulldowns and using the leg press as an opportunity to sit down for as long as possible (this is always a good moment to engage a wandering trainer in a conversation about something you didn’t watch on television last night, but obviously something you have a strong opinion about), I will usually be treated to the sound of dumbbells crashing to the floor, or the weights on the multi-pack clanging against its base as they’re dropped in exhaustion.
