I blame Strictly Come Dancing for making me join the gym.
When I signed up, it came as a surprise to my wife Morwen… ‘You’re not really athletic, are you, Ivor?’ she said.
She’s right, I think now as I turn up the treadmill’s speed, panting in time with my feet. Thirty seconds will be enough. Don’t want to overdo it.
With a towel draped around my neck, I mop my brow. My feet are hurting already. These