It is freezing and I don’t want to move.
Even as I type this, hot water bottle on my lap and 73 layers deep into my fluffy jumper collection, the cold that sweeps through the gym doors every time someone has the audacity to open them has me doing my best Kate Winslet impression circa 1997. No, there isn’t room on my door, now shut that one on your way out.
Now, you might ask: why is she moaning about the weather when the purpose of these blogs is to inform, nay, inspire, those with an aversion to exercise and a phobia of treadmills?
Well, because it’s true. Winter is well and truly here, and while there is literally nothing more beautiful than the forest turning from orange to I can hardly appreciate it if I'm struggling for breath on my three-minute attempt at a run. Don’t get me wrong, nothing is better for me than a long walk somewhere pretty, but sometimes it is just. too. cold.