But I've finally finally FINALLY got there and almost very nearly under my own steam too.
(Thanks btw to depleaterwho was waiting for whooz_queen to come out of our building and who cheerfully - if bemusedly - acceded to my plea to walk the 100 metres with me to the gym building to make sure I went in).
And I didn't melt or explode or turn into a Liberal voter or whatever it was my subconscious was worried would happen. Ha!
Paradoxically my fitness is better but my heartrate when I go hard on something is a bit more elevated than either Mike the Personal Trainer or myself would like.
The iRiver was all loaded up with new boppy songs and I swear it gives you a new lease on life at the gym, especially during cardio sessions. Best new songs to sweat to: Grace Kelly and Love Today by Mika. That boy can sing and I could listen to him forever.
22 minutes on the treadmill (I added an extra minute after I got a bit carried away and sent the iRiver flying off the treadmill and had to scramble off to get it. Just as well my face was already bright red, no need to spare my blushes).
Then 10 minutes on the bike and finally a nice steady 1500m on the ergo.
I spent ten minutes attempting to teach a young lad who got on the ergo next to me and was just doing it appallingly How Not To Screw Up His Back and Row Efficiently and he sort of got it but he was in the headspace of realising he needed to learn and yet not wanting to admit that he needed to. Ah well. When I explained why the most efficient way to row grew out of having to handle a 12-foot oar and why the ergo mimicked this, he just went "whatever", so this is my thought also - let his parents pay for his chiropractic and physio.
Have finished dripping sweat so am now orff home.