Trained for a marathon. Did it. A few times. Training for a half-Iron distance triathlon now, as it's time for my mid-life crisis. And fuck me if I'm not in for a few surprises.
Gouty fat bloke, trying not to be either.
Tuesday, 20 November 2018
Shit, fuck, and shitting fuck.
I just can't... Get moving. Shoulder injury, hip injury, then more shoulder. Still in a funk, and it's one that I recognise exercise can help me out of.
Damn. Don't know what to suggest - and you'll have thought of it all anyway. Playing in the pool with the children, or scampering around in the park? Something that involves movement but nothing to do with a challenge, just fun. Biking to the shops, not for exercise but to do something useful and purposeful? Arm wrestling with your lovely woman and finding yourself beaten hollow and laughing about it?
Damn. Don't know what to suggest - and you'll have thought of it all anyway. Playing in the pool with the children, or scampering around in the park? Something that involves movement but nothing to do with a challenge, just fun. Biking to the shops, not for exercise but to do something useful and purposeful? Arm wrestling with your lovely woman and finding yourself beaten hollow and laughing about it?
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