Exercise

I have been told numerous times I should exercise, like most of us, for that matter… Every single doc puts Yoga first in their/mine list, well, that is if I ask for more than one, otherwise, they ONLY say Yoga! I do have lots of small/medium problems and I also realise I feel better when I do some kind of sport (well, calling it sport does seem like a stretch in my case!!).

Over the years (several by now), I have tried lots of disciplines, never found one I liked enough to continue for very long. I think it’s safe to say I am not a sporty person. Why doesn’t somebody invent a pill which makes you feel like you have done it, I ask?!!

This is the list of things I have tried (I will only do adult life, not that before it I had done much anyway!!)):

Gym- weights. Boring, boring, boring. If you try to make it less boring by having a chat with others, well, you just don’t do your exercises. Which means you are paying to chat in a smelly place, better rethink what to do and where.

Step: was never in the same position as everybody else, coordination isn’t my strong suit.

Tennis: my husband tried his best but I just wasn’t able to catch the ball very often and if I did, it never went where I wanted it to go. Plus all that running in order to hit it, wasn’t really for me.

Running: I just remember my husband checking my pulse afterwards and saying “you should be dead”.

 

Yoga (different kinds, which I never understood/learnt the names of or what the difference is): well, what can I say, some positions where just impossible, and dangerous for that matter (I could often see myself being taken to hospital stuck in one of those ). The lesser difficult kind, boring like hell, especially the breathing bits. Also, cannot stay serious when they start going on about planets, sun, inner core, etc. etc.

Pilates: the most acceptable one so far, even though this one too has positions I cannot possibly aspire to.

Swimming: this is the funniest one. I can’t, swim I mean. I have tried with a teacher. My husband says I am the only person he knows who can go backwards or not move at all!! This is while moving arms and legs of course… I don’t even wet my face, makes me feel like I can’t breathe, which, you might say, is rather normal if your head is under water. The thing is, I panic and start hyperventilating …Anyway, the water is sooo cold.

Karate: I can actually say I loved that. I think I like the idea of being able to beat somebody up!! Never did it again though…I am not sure why. And now it’s too late.

Postural: see Gym.

Dancing: have done Celtic dancing for a couple of years. Here is memory,(never remember the schedule) together with coordination, which fail me…I did enjoy it though, for a while.

Gym walking: not sure what to call it. I have tried this walking on a treadmill … well, the music was so loud I could seldom understand what I was supposed to do. Sooo hard to move that treadmill and concentrating on the exercises. I think the first time in my life I have sweated to the point of dripping!!

Various toning courses: I do not posses muscle. How can I possibly do those exercises?

Curves: I know it’s not a sport in itself, but they certainly have their specific way of doing it. I initially thought it was THE SOLUTION to my luck of interest. Half an hour whenever you want. Painless. I got bored with that too. I just can’t do that 30 seconds routine. I get lost in thoughts and miss my change of position!! Plus the young and fit girl in the middle of the circle telling you to do it harder gets on my nerves.

Walking, outdoors: I have always loved it. Nature and sometimes, when I fancy it, lots of chatting too. I do like to go by myself sometimes though, when I need to think. I always come back feeling better/calmer (if angry), more cheerful (if sad/upset/depressed), tired (the nice tired feeling, that one you know you have done something).

I have a husband who loves exercise. He has never been able to understand why I don’t. Well suited? They do say opposite attracts.

Anyway, this year I am going for pilates (the stretching bit and muscle strengthening docs want me to do), walking (what I enjoy) and dancing (with my husband, we have a laugh and do some exercise together).

I wonder how long I will last?!!

E.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three and a half hours is a long time

Yesterday I set off to take my son to lesson, a three and a half hours lesson. The place isn’t that far, about half an hour, only, that is one hour drive if I stay, two if I don’t.

Therefore, I had decided I would stay. But what to do in such a long time?!

I leave the house “well equipped”:

  • walking gear, I intend to go for a one hour walk. Can’t do more unfortunately as my sciatica will not let me (:
  • kindle
  • crossword puzzles ( I have recently rediscovered them!)
  • 3 previously downloaded episodes of a new Netflix series (generously suggested by said son, who taught me how to do the download on my phone. Although not certain I can put up with watching them on something THAT LITTLE!!)
  • Supermarket shopping list and bags

In the car I even have a duvet…it has been there for the last month, longing to be taken to the laundrette! You never know, if I fall asleep it might come handy!! Anyway, I am set to last three and a half hours in that land.

Along the road to get there I feel nauseous…it gets worse and worse… I leave my son and go the bar to get a coke (he says that might sort me out). My schedule is already threatened!!

I sit there dressed as a pro, walking gear, sunglasses….. sipping a coke and smoking! Well, the coke is therapeutic….

Half way through sipping my coke I decide to start walking….a little stop back to the car to make sure for another ten minutes that I am not sick along the road and then , away we go! About 20 minutes into my walk the sky starts looking menacing…mmmm….another five minutes and the first drops start…

I decide to enter a second bar. Well, I had forgotten to bring a bottle of water I suppose..but I need the toilet too and perhaps the water isn’t enough of an excuse to do that and sit down while I wait for the rain to stop. So I also buy a little sandwich, just after having had lots of trouble digesting lunch…

I am setting off again. it has stopped raining. Well, it had…five minutes later I stop at the third bar!!!!! Thank god there’s plenty of those around there!

I am running out of cash by now, so I order a coffee, knowing full well I will not be able to sleep tonight! And I wait some more. By this time I have been out for one and a half hours…I am risking to get behind schedule.

The sun comes out, yes! I leave, no more bars beyond this area, I have about twenty minutes to walk. It’s sunny …and it’s raining…again, ahhhhhhhh!!!!!

I make it across to the little park a few minutes away without actually getting too wet,  at least I have a cap. Now I am waiting under a tree. The thing is, if it keeps on raining, I will get drenched, I cannot do the wet t-shirt look at my age!!!!

I finally walk the last leg of my lengthy journey without further bursts of rain and make to the car. By now I have used two and a half of my hours, I’d better hurry and do the shopping, no time to waste:))))

E.

(this actually happened back in spring time but, after writing it, I forgot to publish it!!)