YOU know what’s wrong with working out?
It just requires so much work!
That’s why I sold my treadmill on the weekend.
As a premium exercise machine, it certainly worked very well as a clothes hanger.
It’s time to face facts; I’m just not the gym type.
I once thought I was.
Someone invited me to lunge with them last week.
I thought they said lunch. Imagine my disappointment to find the only crunch on offer involved my lunch-less tummy.
They said ‘bend your knees’. I heard ‘pinot gris’.
It was never going to work. And that’s okay.
There are plenty of people who love the gym.
I know they do because they take a photo of themselves every time they go there. Then they let me know how far they ran/rowed/rode/walked.
I find that exhausting. That’s work-out enough for me.
Now I have a new plan.
I’m going to duck every time someone mentions lunging. I will turn heel when the offer of a walk comes along. And I will literally run the other way when someone asks me to join their netball team.
That’s a lot of movement right there.
Avoiding exercise actually seems like quite a bit of exercise.
I could even market it to other gym-phobic people like me.
I’ll call it the fitness protection program.
I hope it works out.