Far From Flabby February

[Sweder]

the treadmill's inbuilt fan and indoors-ness 

Aye, an there's the rub.

You know I loves and respects ya, but there's just no livin' with the notion.
We are, of course, so, so lucky. A temperate climate, soft, cool breezes, cold, thin air. 
But still. The love of the game is in the chasing, at least it is for me.

I wish you well on your simulator. God's speed. I do not decry it, for, in that bastard antipodean welt, it is nay on essentisal to keep a foot in the game. 

Cry Harry! For God, England and St George. 
And turn that dial to 'undulating', whatever else you do.