Yesterday’s lecture was about exercise.
It was supposed to be about diet but the girl who was to give it apparently had a stomach upset. Not exactly a great testament to her culinary skills? She should mind what she eats.
Anyways, we learned all about exercise and what it does. Now I already knew that exercise is something to be avoided so the lecture made difficult listening. We learned what exercise actually does to the body and how we are doomed to exercise for the rest of our lives, or else we will drop dead.
Various suggestions were made as to what kind of exercises were suitable, such as running, walking, hill climbing, swimming and going to the gym. Frankly none of them appeals. I will run if necessary, such as catching some toe rag who has annoyed me, but running for a bus is out [I’ll wait for the next one, thanks]. Walking is something to be done out of necessity to get from A to B but only within the confines of the Manor. I have a car after all, and it’s a shame to not use it. Swimming? That’s out of the question. I could never swim and I don’t intend starting now. Gym? Fuck off!
We were told that the best kind of exercise is when we are doing something we enjoy. That is a relief as presumably lifting a pint glass can then be classified as exercise? They didn’t mention shagging which is strange as that’s supposed to be the equivalent of a three mile hike?
They did mention cycling which is about the closest I could get to exercise but only if I were going to the pub. There are two problems though – one is that Penny can’t come [unless I get an old bike with a basket on the handlebars] and the other is that I live on the side of a mountain. It’s all very well to talk about the Dutch and their keenness for two wheels but Holland is flat, whereas Wicklow is anything but. I would spend more time pushing the bike up hills than I would actually riding on the fucking thing.
So my mind is made up.
I think I’ll take up Sudoku.
I think you're exercising your patience admirably.
Nearly seventy years of practice.
I recently read a study that demonstrated that exercise is good for you, but manual labour shortens your life. The conclusion drawn was that manual labour is therefore, not exercise.
The obvious solution is to avoid both!
Use it of lose it. At least blogging and the sudoku should keep your brain going.
And the typing will keep my fingers in fine fettle?
I just do my best to exercise my brain. But considering what's left of my brain about 5 minutes worth of hard thinking does it. Anything outside of that is a waste of time and effort.
It's been a while since I've caught up with you, because I've been through a similar affair recently. I posted about it on FB and tagged you, but I don't know if you saw it, so here's the link…
I get it on the exercise, I'm not crazy about it either. I too wait for the next bus, even if I'm going to be late for work. Thing is, if I've taken off running for any reason in the past few years, I tend to face-plant right there on the street. No more running.
I have appointments coming up in cardiology, and they'll surely be wanting to get me into all these things their Irish equivalents there across the pond are doing with you. Ugh. I like my chair with laptop and glass of wine. But I guess if either of us hope to stick around longer and remain a carer to our other half (I think you know I serve in that same role to coffeesister, right?), well then, we should probably take better care of our cranky old bodies.
But yeah, it's not easy 😛
I tend to ignore Farcebook so I'm afraid I missed that post. Nasty! I'm glad you are both okay and you are to give Coffeesister a hug [and Happy Birthday] from me. I'd send you a hug too but we both know that's a bit awkward – make it a hug with a couple of those back-slaps which seem to make hugs more manly.
I have made one major change to my lifestyle which I'm sure will prevent any more "events" – I use less salt. Doc reckons it was the stress that possibly caused mine too but the only way to find out is to re-stress me. I'm not up for that though. Maybe the dog will get a few extra walks?
Look after yourselves!