Not dead yet
I had my session in the Torture room again.
I had skipped Friday so they were more than surprised to see me. The general assumption was that I was dead which I imagine is a common occurrence there. They had even gotten as far as looking up the death notices to see if I was listed.
The reason I missed Friday was simple enough.
Every session we are nagged about exercise. We are supposed to be hiking up and down mountains or swimming across the Irish Sea each day. We are asked fist thing if we have done our exercises. We all solemnly not and say yes, of course we have done them. Needless to say I haven’t. I have better things to be doing with my time.
Anyhows, last Thursday I decided that maybe I should try some honesty [not always the best policy] and go for a brisk walk. Off we went with Penny happily trotting beside me. Unfortunately I had chosen a walk that involved quite a hill climb so the sweat was soon pouring off me and Penny was lagging a couple of hundred yard behind me. We eventually got back to the car and went home.
I was fucked!
I sat while the room slowly revolved around me. Eventually my eyesight returned to near normal and the heart stopped palpitating. Herself even put the phone down, as she had been sitting waiting to dial 999.
The following morning I just couldn’t take any more so I stayed in bed. Exercise is grossly overestimated and frankly I don’t know why they are so keen on it. In my book, it’s bad for the heart.
So back to normal today. I did toy with the idea of quitting altogether but fuckit, next week is the last week.
We were told today that the dietician is still out with food poisoning or something so no early start or lectures on Wednesday.
Another lie in!
You really are tempting fate – with a post title of:
Fate is fine. My time will come [as it will come to everyone]. I'm grand with that.
Might I (respectfully) suggest that you adopt an ancient philosophy to which I have adhered strictly for all my 70 years:
Thems what's fit enough to exercise – don't need to:
Thems what ain't – shouldn't.
Thank you Ted.
I shall have that tattooed across my back.
Something to lighten your day. Irish engineering fail.
https://www.liveleak.com/view?t=9CNyt_1570920480
Not particularly "lighten"! There were some nasty injuries. I have heard from a reliable source that the rear safety bar was [allegedly] held in place with just two cable ties. I imagine there will be a rush of Ambulance Chasers hoping to get onto that case?
Ah, one of the consequences of a close call. Greater empathy with/for others.
I just look at the video and think wtf were they doing there in the first place, t'were an accident waiting to happen. It did.
Here's one all of us can empathise with.
https://www.liveleak.com/view?t=93Lfw_1570509141
You're a year younger than I am and I can easily manage a brisk walk, it should be breeze for a youngster like you,
It does get easier though. I recently started running again, half a mile out, half a mile back and I was knackered. Three months later and I ran 6.5 miles (and I was not quite as knackered). Stick at it and you might even find that you enjoy it.
Or find an exercise that you enjoy. (And no, lifting pints in the pub is not weight training.
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A brisk walk is no problem. The problem is the area around here is somewhat hilly and the roads/paths are deceptive. You suddenly realise that what looks like a flat road is in fact climbing quite steeply. For example, a walk from the village to here [not far at all] in fact climbs around 400ft.
If lifting pints is out, then what's left?
You lucky bugger. I have to cycle about 15 miles to find a decent, challenging hill to ride up.
Cycling is best partaken with at least a 500cc unit in the frame.
and a roof over your head.
I would offer to swap places but by the sound of it, your area is too flat for my tastes.
All this talk of exercising is wearing me out. I'm off for a nap in front of the wood stove (there's a lovely fire going).
It's even harder writing about it…….