I don’t have a problem esteeming mine; I just don’t want to look at it. I am walking at a mild incline with a mask over my mouth, tubes sprouting off me, like a Doctor Who monster with emphysema. This is my MOT part two: what’s going on between the outside and the inside; my muscle density, heart, lungs. My maximum strength analysis is as follows: leg press, 183kg; chest press, 41kg; lat pull-down 45kg. Sadly, lifting things is tedious – that’s why we had the industrial revolution – so the prescription is the same: distraction or masochism.

Source: The Guardian July 22, 2017 06:00 UTC