I am not Spartacus

When I visit my good and oldest friend in Sheffield from time to time we go to her gym and do a personal training session. This is something she does pretty regularly and I do 2, maybe 3 times per year. We have done some kick boxing style sessions but with the marathon coming up we thought it was safer on me to do a 'fitness' PT session. The minute I heard it referred to as the 'Spartacus' circuit I knew I was in trouble!
After my warm-up on a horrendous machine which was not dissimilar to climbing a ladder my legs were already like jelly. We moved on to a variety of other exercises, all with names I am sure but I cannot remember them, it was enough for me to focus on my instructor - Alex - and keep the sweat from my eyes.
The second round of the circuit was even tougher, now with jelly legs and jelly arms I felt like Mr Softie on his way to a collapse. I made it through though and felt great for it. The benefit of doing cross-training has improved my running no end and whilst I am sure I will be too sore to run for a day or two I know this will have worked wonders for me. Looking forward to next time already (but just not too soon eh!)

NOTE: It is now two days later and my legs are still not my friend, they are fine once I get moving but the transition from sitting to standing and vice versa is not an easy one.