I would have loved to have said my time had been taken up
with extensive physical exertion and that I have been sweating buckets training
for a marathon or something worthy, but I haven’t. In truth I mostly sit around
during the day, then come home and sit around in the evening, with as little
dog walking as I can get away with in between. In fact, the most exercise I get
these days is sprinting up the stairs at work, but only if anyone attractive is
in the near vicinity.
My work has a fantastic gym facility with modern equipment,
exercise programmes and sporting events ongoing throughout the year. The gym is
so great, I have been there, ooh let me see, that’s right, zero times since I
joined.
I am wondering whether now is the time to pick up the mantle
and start training again. A quick run round the block shouldn’t kill me, should
it? or maybe it would. An old colleague of mine firmly believed in a theory
that every living thing only had a certain number of heartbeats and then it
would die. He justified this by explaining hamsters have tiny little hearts
that race very quickly and they only live a very short time and would go through
a whole story on a range of increasingly sized mammals to illustrate his point. He
always culminated with a dig at joggers and used to jokingly say they were just
wasting their heartbeats.
I swear that guy led the most sedentary lifestyle ever, feet
up on the desk, wouldn’t even walk from room to room if he could get away with
it and he smoked like a chimney in the days where smoking was still allowed. He
retired about ten years ago and he’s still knocking around, so perhaps there
was some merit in his theory.
So, back to my new exercise regime. I need to get some
motivation, but while I’m still taking work home with me it’s unlikely to
happen. The temptation of a glass of wine in the evening is far more appealing
than pulling on my trainers and old tracksuit bottoms. Yeah, that's it I need some new
kit first…...
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