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On the eve of my 42nd birthday I found myself alone in the gym at eight in the evening, running. Stephen had given me strict instructions to keep my heart rate up in order to get his crucial Vitality points. I pointed out to him that my wearing his watch would earn him Vitality points no matter what activity I do, even if it's just walking to the fridge. I'm not exactly ready to run a marathon, or run in general. I also checked myself into the gym last night because my reflexologist, (shout out to the phenomenal Lauren Shattock Hammersley) mentioned in my last treatment that my legs might be feeling a bit heavy. Legs do generally feel heavy if you haven't bothered to lift them in over six months. The good thing about running in a gym, alone at eight o'clock at night is that no one can hear you breathing. Not even I could hear myself breathing. If it weren't for headphones I would never, ever exercise. It's a lot easier to punish a treadmill with one's slu...