Inpursuitof

The room went dark, the strobes went on and the trance music started. Against my better judgment, I realised I was spinning. 
 
None of this adds up. I’m indoors, I’m sweating onto a hired towel, I’m surrounded by a bunch of people I don’t know (and, worse, one I do) and I’m expending pounds of energy to get absolutely no further than I was when I started. I can’t help but laugh, the giggling kid at the back of class, as the instructor shouts for us to imagine that we’re going up a hill, chasing another group in front.

All I can think is, why am I not actually going up a hill, chasing another group in front? Why has everyone in here paid fifty odd quid a month to do this, when we could be outside? I figured out the other day that at the moment, I’m seeing about 15 minutes of daylight and fresh air in 24 hours. WHAT. That’s so ridiculous. I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this, people shuttle from home to transport to work-through-lunch to transport to home every day of the week. Maybe at weekends they’re trying to cram in a little more exposure, but there are things to do and places to be. Now, rather than cycling outside in the fresh air, if not the sunshine, we’re in a room with ‘go nowhere fast’ on the wall like that’s a good thing.

Chuck in the pre-workout changing rooms, the exercise clothes and the trance music and I don’t think I’ll be joining up. Thanks, though.

1) My girlfriend. She’s pretty cute.

2) Some brazil nuts to the guy on the next desk.

3) A chap who looked surprised when I said ‘bless you’ after he sneezed next to me.