Here is where we get our daily (well, maybe) workouts when we're not busy getting outdoor exercise. The rowing machine is a new acquisition, and Sparky continues to relish his role as the inventor of new and ever more devious equipments that, in truth, are little more than instruments of torture that are more appropriate to the dungeons then the gym. He presents them as being good for our health, however, so we oblige as far as possible by huffing and puffing our way through the sweat and the aching muscles on our way to lean, svelt and lithesome bodies.

"No pain no gain", they say, so here we are, voluntarily subjecting ourselves to hours of tedium and breathlessness.



Can I just step into the present day and get a massage, please?


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