This week, I cheated on Nike+ Kinect Training.
I don't mean to say I used some kind of pattern input like the famous Konami Code to make the programme easier. If you were to ask me, I'd tell you that translating up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, then A into interpretive exercise would be a killer workout in itself. What would those motions even mean?
Something a lot like a burpee drill, I imagine.
No, I didn't cheat on Nike+KT in the classic gaming sense. You see, my living room workout sessions with Virtual Alex Molden have stirred something within me. I find myself thinking about exercise when I'm at my desk. Temptation follows, and I give in.
So I've been cheating, so to speak, by chasing extra workout time at the Herald's social club gym, deep in the bowels of our office building. Most of the equipment has been around since the Nintendo 64 era, but the unintentionally hilarious motivational posters that lined the walls have long gone.