Train, Train Go Away Barney faces up to the inevitable: he’s not magically going to get fitter by doing nothing. It sits against one wall of the cellar, locked in by a barricade of old unused frames. Slowly collecting dust and detritus in the five years it has lain undisturbed, unwanted, and plotting my untimely demise. But it’s rapidly becoming obvious that I need to grasp the nettle and finish what I put off all those years ago. Hello, turbo trainer. I hate you. It’s been quite an eventful few months, but not necessarily for the right reasons. Kicking off...