Ah, brilliant...

Tomorrow I'm going to be tortured for almost an hour by a personal trainer.

Let me pause here to let that sink in before you read on.

No, don't worry. There's nothing wrong with your eyes. I really did write "personal trainer".

My body is still really tired from my hour on the treadmill earlier today (a really intensive hour, doing intervals and running a steep uphill), so I'm kind of not looking forward to it now. Actually I don't want to go at all. Actually I wouldn't go, if it wasn't for the fact that it's way too late to cancel now.

I mean, the silly man will probably make me lift heavy objects. And do push-ups and stuff. And I'll be thirsty and sweaty and angry at myself for getting up at seven in the morning ON MY DAY OFF, just in order to be tortured like that.

Just because I for a stupid second thought "Hey, it's a free trial lesson - what's the worst that can happen?"

Well, we'll see tomorrow...