Life, Love and Exercise

We’ve been trying, since late last year, to get back on track with gym etc.  Jerry, because she would like to participate in the athletics and cross-country running at school and me, because I’d like to be a little healthier.  Have you SEEN the price of chronic medicines??

But, as you know, life happens and gets in the way of our plans a little.  We’ve had a lot more success in the nutrition department – our meals are a lot healthier now that we waved a sad good-bye to the MacDonalds staff and made more time to plan and prepare real food.  But the exercise thing?  Not so much.

However, one has to start somewhere.  So Sunday saw us heading into gym like big shots.  There was a slight admin glitch getting into the gym.  Apparently now you need your admin disc, a biometric fingerprint and the soul of a small endangered mammal in order to get past the hostile metal turnstiles.  I discovered, though, that a filthy look and an audible snarl in the general direction of the supercilious reception staff proved to be just as effective.  Nice to remember, in case of emergency.

We headed for the treadmills with a little warm-up in mind.  It was only the third machine that Jerry tried that appeared to be able to tread and mill but despite the minor setback we chuffed off on no particular journey.

The rest of our visit was spent torturing our legs on an array of contraptions and giggling at a young girl who spent a lot of time exercising her neck muscles by flicking her hair or exercising her well-toned thumb by scrolling continuously through her phone.

Needless to say, the next day I was walking like Bambi on smack.  And clearly the maximus of my gluteus knew no bounds at the level of pain being inflicted on my sitting part.

But we did it.  We started.  And our bodies have been lulled out of their state of alarmed WT(actual)F?!?!? so we continue on our quest.  Next up: a little more gym and a ParkRun.  Bring on the healthy horses.

Happy Day.