For the last wee while I haven't done much excersise. Ok, so that's a little bit of an understanatement...orrr maybe a huge one. Ahh well.
I used to spend my life doing sport. Every night of the week and the whole weekend, but as adolesense creeped in so did laziness.
And although, I don't want to sound as if I'm trying to blame other people, the fact that I have no friends who do much sport either means I'm even less likely to do it.
Facilities in this high up party of Scotland aren't too great when it comes to the sports I enjoy either - basketball, tennis or skiing.
So basically, in the last 2 years or so, the extent of my excersise has been walking my dogs no more than 2 miles.
Anyway, I started thinking about this several days ago and started to feel bad about it. I love being outside but I never seem to do the sporty side of it, whilemy mother, quite a few decades older than me, is 50 away from climbing all 284 Munros, a load of mountains in Scotland.
She, at the age she is now, is fitter than I have ever been in my life, AND her lung capacity was damaged years ago when she had to receive radio-therapy for cancer. How awful is that?
So when I got home from a day of slaving away in that torture chamber they call "school", I thought "hmm, it's a nice night and I have to take the dogs for a walk anyhoo so why don't I go a run".
I followed that through and jogged, non-stop, up and down hills in a wood for a mile.
I didn't feel too bad while I was running along, I felt all healthy and thought, "hey, I'm still fit!".
And then I got back home.
Only when I stopped running like a twit and sat down did I nearly die. My breathing sounded like a bicycle pump, I could feel my heart beating in my ears and my lungs have never felt that un-elasticated in my life. I thought i was going to die. From running a mile.
I'm pathetic.
So I've decided, when the weather's good enough I'm going to go for a run and when it isn't so fabby I'm going to get a gym membership.
This is ridiculous. Next thing you know I'll be fat, and noone wants that.
So that's the plan, man (sorry, couldn't resist).
New (interesting!) blog coming soon, i promise.
god bless all who sail in you (not that I'm calling you fat or anything)
Melody xo
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I know how that goes. I wrestled all 4 years of high school, and haven't done squat since. We got together once or twice this past summer for some basketball and about half of my time was spent recuperating and drinking water. My legs were mighty upset with me the next morning.
Hey I like sport. I march up and down a square every Saturday night from May-September. That's exercise.
I love basketball, but it's more of a team game. I'd play tennis with you but I think you've seen - I'm rubbish. And hell would I love skiing. To bad I'm poor.
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