Dear Cross Trainer,
I suppose you could say we have had a love hate kind of relationship, with a slight tinge of Jeremy Kyle added in for good measure in that when we meet a lot of censoring needs to occur.
I love your sleek lines, your envious multitasking ability not to mention your rate in which you burn calories.. it really is something to be desired. However it seems you don’t show me any kind or respect at all. You continue to elude me and think nothing of destroying all my hopes and dreams within a few minutes.
You make me try so hard and yet this is never good enough for you?! why are your expectations so much higher than those of the running machine? what makes you want to crush my confidence? what did I do so wrong to you?
Well from this day forward dear cross trainer I have you in my sights … my fat is diminishing each and every day and one day I too will not pass out at 7 minutes in, I will have sleek lines … although I fear they will be from the coffin as I keel over from trying!
Well maybe one day…