I loathe exercise. I do. It's a burden but it's one I recognise I must endure. I have a sedentary job and a big fat gob. I need to burn off my surfeit of fuel lest it blub onto my blubbery body.
Today (1) I had two sessions on the TPC, the exercise bike on loan from the delightful Casso, an ethereal maiden of virtue pure, and went for a walk as well. All up it was a total of an hour (2) of exercise. An hour! I did a mother fucking hour of exercise.
My arse is a big ball of ache.
This is truly weird aberrant behaviour on my part. I am after-all the man who would take the lift one floor and fake a limp on the way out so as not to attract scorn ... only to then have my limp vanish the moment I vanished from view.
But do I feel better for it? I think so, aching and all. I feel fitter than I used to I suppose. But still, me and exercise. It's a weird combo. But maybe it's like a buddy cop movie where the partnered cops seem so mismatched at first but then their differences compliment each other and even though friction remains their teamwork saves the day?
Pah, I'm too old for this shit.
(1) Technically it was yesterday as I am writing post midnight. Sorry to be a pedant.
(2) For the first 24 hours of this post's life instead of 'hour of' it said 'hoof'. I wonder what hoof exercise would be?
(2) For the first 24 hours of this post's life instead of 'hour of' it said 'hoof'. I wonder what hoof exercise would be?
So you're ok to walk now? Or is the other hip still a worry?
ReplyDeleteI limit my walking to what is needed to get the job done. I don't walk for exercise in other words. In this case I was meeting theWife at pre-school and I didn't want to drive and have two cars there. So on the trot I went. It took me 15 minutes to make the shops next to them. That was pretty good time for me.
ReplyDeleteOther hip feels okay. Nowhere near the ache I had in the one I had replaced. If I'm lucky I can extend it out a few more years. I think the left one went early 'cos my weird gait put the rub on a spot that normally didn't get as much wear and I simply wore it away quicker. I asked the surgeon what it looked like. He said my ball on my leg was bald in one spot to the size of a 20 cent piece. So it was bone grinding on bone for a long time.
Go me. I finally take up regular exercise and all I did was wear it away.
BUT. If that hadn't happened then I wouldn't have found the better joy of the TPC and being able to bliss away the pain with heaters and entertainment. Hooray! Silver lining.
PS Mad apologies for the delay in the looking. I am 2/3 way. Work slammed me big time for the past few weeks. But cross fingers I will get another full day to do a look when I get my report away to the other area.
No worries. And ow, re the 20 cent piece thing. Try not to do that again, ok?
ReplyDeleteAmen! Cross fingers ole righty lasts a bit longer.
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