It is Monday and even for us retirees Monday seems to
be the least appealing morning of the week. Today was no exception after the
lovely and unexpected weekend with our grandchildren. Although the sun shone
through our bedroom window, though not as much as recently due to the clock
change there was a marked reluctance to cast aside the duvet.
This was particularly true of Marion who took some
coaxing to get out of bed. Partly it is because we have developed a routine,
you may laugh, which involves having our breakfast while watching the pageant
at our window that is people catching the bus to work, children and their
parents being going to the local school. Well as today was the first of the
school holidays everything seemed different, somewhat slower, and greyer.
So it was somewhat reluctantly that we donned our
exercise clothing and headed for the gym. I downloaded a podcast, aside here –
part of it was an interview with Russell Crowe who made laugh out loud when he
said that when talking of his directorial debut that he could not only direct
but had to act as he was a “famous bastard”. I was not expecting a Russell
Crowe interview to be quite as sympathetic.
Let me get back to the main purpose of this blog.
Both Marion and I sweated away for an hour, and as we drove away from the gym,
Marion said, “I feel better for that”: It was with a lightness of spirit that
we approached the rest of the day. The sole cause was exercise. However for
every upside there is also a down, it becomes addictive like alcohol or drugs
(note for the readership I am not very experienced with the latter except under
controlled circumstances). So now I am getting twitchy because I may not be
able to exercise tomorrow. Those pesky little, I assume they are little,
endorphins have got me in their grip.
So the exercise is great, but you have to undertake
more each day for it to have an effect!!!!!!
Oh, you have hit on the challenge of exercise! Those little endorphins powerfully beckon. I am terribly slow to recover from bronchitis, because just when I think I feel better, I go for a swim. The swim feels great, but then I am coughing and feeling crummy the rest of the day. Yet I persist! At least this week we hope to see temperatures above freezing, maybe even in the forties, so I might take leisurely strolls for a week or so.
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