Fitness junkie (?)
16 October 2004, 18:22
No, not me, well not yet.
Husband and I have been giving it a shot though, rising at the ungodly hour of 5.45 a.m since Wednesday to go to the gym or for a jog/ride. Yes, yes, I know a lot of normal people get up at that time for a bit of exercise, but I haven’t been one of them. Ever.
I am deadly unfit. I’m getting old and my bits are beginning to droop. Real ladylike. I’m one of those people who wants to do the least amount of physical exercise possible and still live.
But NO MORE!!!! This morning, a Saturday mind, husband and I got up at 5.45 to take the bikes out for a leisurely 6 km jog (husband) /ride (wife). We’re so lucky to be a piss-throw away from the Merri Creek trail which links both the Yarra City Trail and the Capital City Trail. Very happy with that. Our morning routine is the circuit that takes you through Fairfield, Clifton Hill and Northcote, along the river, through parks and with a decent kilometre stretch of top-shelf city views. And it’s not frequented that heavily (although I did have a near mishap with an elderly Chinese man and his dog this morning, but we won’t talk about that…), just the occasional lone jogger or cyclist or yappy mutt + friend. Noice.
I’ve never been a sweet-tooth, but I do have a problem with food. I fucking love it. I can be disciplined but I’d just rather not be. But all that exercise makes you look twice at deep-fried chippies (my ultimate weakness) and go all “Nooooo, I just can’t do it.” Damn you to hell, exercise – will you be my best friend???
For the avid cyclist (and while you’re there, check out the sensational picture on the front cover of the book – no mean feat, my friends, no indeedy.)
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