Seeing as my back injury is slowly forcing me to call a little time on my running, I suddenly remembered I have this mechanical thingy contraption collecting dust and lord knows what at the back of the garage - damned expensive coat hanger too. So...having been for a little run first I scrubbed it up a bit and headed out for an hour. I didn't realise that when I got back my thighs would feel like they'd been beaten to a pulp with a golf club.
Back's ok though.
