Gym bunny

Reading the OMG safari details and the horrid bit in the paper work that mentions the R word( that's Rucksack. Rabies is under D for diseases) I felt I ought to attempt to get fit. Having always been relatively skinny, I've never been much for fitness, with the result that flesh has headed souhwards over the years and carrying a rucksack fills me with dread. So, off to the gym. Vague ideas of a two month membership. Nope. Twelve month minimum. From there to the purchase of singularly unattractive gym gear. Trainer socks that disappear deep inside trainers and baggy trackky bottoms. Teenage daughter bribed to put Dead Groovy music on i pod to make treadmill machine bearable...
Well, it was a nightmare. Why do these gyms have Sky TV on, with music videos featuring mega fit and attractive youf who not only appear to be able to sing, but dance at the same time. I don't even have breath for 10 sit ups..... All around fit( in both senses) blokes lifting kilos and kilos of metal whilst I struggle with one.
So have booked second session for tomorrow. And doubtless a purchase of suitcase on wheels on Monday