You appeal to my lazy side.
Ok, to suggest I have more than one side to me is silly. I’m lazy. From all sides..
I’m so lazy that when I was at the gym the other night, I’d convinced myself that 15 mins on the cross trainer, then a 5 minute run would more than suffice. After all, I had to hurry home. We were phoning in chinese food.
When I got on the treadmill, and roughly 2 minutes in (the time where I think I’m going to cough up my right lung) i was about to slow it down to an easy amble, when my trainer walked by.
And this weird need to please rose within me. It’s a weird thing I have, this need to please. Anyhoo – it took hold and made me run a little longer. Just until she was finished talking to the person next to my treadmill.
Ok – so she talked for 20 minutes. And I was dying a death. But did I show her. I showed her that I was sticking to my programme. She’ll be so pleased with me when it’s time to go back for my ‘check –in’.
So I thought I’d go for a wee swim after. A couple of lengths and I was ready for a warm up in the jacuzzi. Of course, you know she came to check the pool and got talking to someone in there too.
Yes – I had to keep swimming til she was finished. Yes, I was cursing my irrational behaviour. And after 45 minutes, I was beginning to judge her for talking too much.
Those prawn crackers tasted so good by the time I got home…