A Vicious Cycle
I have purchased actual, grown up, exercise equipment. It will alarm you all to be made aware of this, but I do not fall into the category of 'athletic'. Please, keep your gasps to a minimum. Previously, if I had required fitness, I would get my heart rate cardio the normal way; walking into a room my children had abolished and screaming at them until someone slammed a door. To shed the post-birth baby weight, I gave those Wiggle concert DVD's a level of effort that would make Jane Fonda proud, but once the kids had outgrown waving their arms like Henry, it seemed silly to do so on my own. Although I live in a household where sport is worshiped as a religion, I find participation in fitness tedious and repulsive. I will happily criticize my team for failing to perform magic on a football pitch, while I sit confident in the fact that I would need a nap and a strong coffee if I were asked to walk the length of the goal mouth. ...
