At last, some good news from the gym

Namely that after my last 2 visits when, on both occasions, the mp3 player died on me after about 90 seconds leaving me at the mercy of the babbling piped local radio station, this evening [armed with 2 spare batteries] I actually got music of my own choice for the full hour-and-twenty or so. Not much in the overall scheme of things I grant you, but, for me, it was a treat.

Just in case anyone's interested, I use a sequence of great pop songs - you know, the sort that Jeremy Clarkson would advertise driving at 240 mph in a Bugatti Veyron around Stoke's one way system - but here's a couple of kickers that help raise my game when I'm losing it.

#1 If you're around my age and when you're about 20 min. into the bike or stepping or rowing thingy, and it's starting to hurt a bit, then stick this on - the song with the best introduction ever, Sniff 'n' The Tears; Driver's Seat

As Sniff sniffs:

'Pick up your feet
Got to move to the trick of the beat
There is no elite
Just take your place in the driver's seat'

...and you do. And you work hard through to the end of the song without realising it and then flump in a hot sweaty heap.

#2 When the tummy crunch thingy really starts to take its toll then step down the weight by 10kg or so and bang on Genesis; No Son of Mine as loud as you can stand it...the next 6.5 min. will just fly by.

So, in summary, tonight I managed to slightly overdo it, deafen myself and grow hoarse from singing without realising I was doing so. And this gym stuff is supposed to be good for me!