Inflexible

Why does getting fit have to be such bloody hard work? I mean, it’s not like I lack the determination to get fit… oh, actually, it’s exactly that.

Last week I went for a run for the first time in about 10 years. Actually, I say run it was more of a slow jog. Though when I say slow jog, I guess I really mean it was a brisk walk interspersed with some slow walking. And a sit down.

Fitness is not my thing. It doesn’t seem to run in the family either. I’m pretty sure my Dad didn’t exercise much more than his drinking arm and the closest Mum gets to any kind of activity is jumping from one personality to another.

I want to get fit. Really I do. I’ll enter my 36th year in August and I feel tired all the time so I can’t neglect this part of my life any longer. But after feeling achy and exhausted all week after only a short run, maybe I need to start even more simply?

Perhaps a night in the pub exercising my beer biceps would be a good start?