'If I didn't have this place I don't know how I'd make it back'

In one corner of the gym, conditional rider Jack Savage has clambered off the exercise bike and is on his hands and knees on the floor, heart pounding, sweat dripping from the end of his nose, looking like a good advertisement for sitting in an armchair and doing a crossword.

From therapist Katie Dorsett, he is receiving very little in the way of sympathy. She's a 'sports rehabilitator' and she knows that he knows that, while it may seem brutal, it's all part of the long road back to the saddle. Jack gathers himself, grimaces and moves on to the next instrument of torture.

Ten yards away, there's an ongoing commotion that sounds like a Darby and Joan disco night but turns out to be the 'mobility class', loosely translated as a group of gyrating pensioners being barely kept under control by sports therapist Rob Treviss. There's a lot of arm waving, high(ish) stepping and hilarity, and while their more outlandish 'shapes' would undoubtedly send Craig Revel Horwood into a tailspin, there's no faulting their enthusiasm or effort.