My heart is racing, I’m breathing heavily and sweat is pouring off me. It’s my first day at the gym and I am determined that I’ll lose weight and get fit, even if it kills me. This is going to be the year when I get back to who I want to be. I’m really putting my new tracksuit and trainers through their paces, my legs ache and I’m starting to feel a bit dizzy with the effort.
“Good morning,” I say to the receptionist, “I’m here to sign up for gym membership, and do you know your lift isn’t working?”