Today, I have painfully and utterly rubbishly ”excercised”
Some weeks ago, mother and I ( well I was there with her) snapped up a bargain crosstrainer for the kingly sum of £20. Ching ching! Now far be it for me to go criticising the sorry state this poor machine is in. After not seeing the inside of a gym for 4 years and having used two pregnancies as perfectly plausible reasons to be a bit more rounded, I’m most definately not in the happy gym bunnies and well fitting jeans club. But, I’d be suprised if this relic is actually younger than I. hehe. Did crosstrainers even exist in the 80s?? I might google that one later…
Anyhoo, painful and rubbish. About a month ago I managed 15mins before spluttering and struggling to bre athe. Perhaps easing myself g-e-n-t-l-y into the work out would have been the best bet, but I went hell for leather from the word ”eugh”. ”GO” is still far too optimistic for my state of mind when it comes to excercising.
This said, you have to start somewhere, and I believe I am like a car – that a good old jump start will better get me on the way, than some namby pamby half assed attempt at running whilst holding the wheel and your friend pushing the back. Maybe a VW beetle, of the vintage variety. Yea, that’s what I am. What car are you??