People say that my job is essentially a sedentary one, and most day's I'd be happy to agree with them. Today (and yesterday) I am placing the notion of me remaining as still as possible under the heading of "Essential for Survival", and not "Chief Cause of Being Lazy, Slow-Moving and Fat".
The whole idea of me and exercise is a compound that should never be allowed to happen under any circumstances, much like Azidoazide Azide. I've been there before, on more than one occasion, and it sucked. Will someone please let me know why I do this to myself?
The chief difference between Evil Compound #1 (me and exercise), and Evil Compound #2 (carbon and nitrogen) is that the second will try to violently and comprehensively destroy the surrounding environment at the slightest bump or similar mistreatment while the first comprehensively and painfully destroys itself at the slightest bump or mistreatment. All things considered I'm much more in favour of Evil Compound #2 - I don't have to be anywhere near it when it happens...
Waking up at the moment is a case of getting to my feet after climbing up from my bed and suddenly discovering (again) that I have shins, and that they really hate me. All the good work that Sifrol does for me in helping me to make up in a fit and alert state of mind first thing in the morning is completely undone by the terror of actually standing that keeps me in bed, cowering in fear under the oppressive weight of doona and Cat'thulhu....
Awwww, poor Spouse 1... and just remember - the thing about exercise is that the more often you do it, the less it hurts.
ReplyDeleteUsing your logic the more I smash my toe with a hammer just as hard as possible the less it'll hurt after a while. You first. :P
ReplyDelete