I have just returned from my weekly Pilates lesson. I am feeling pretty virtuous. On Friday I had an excursion during which I ran an errand to the bank for Eldest, purchased Seville oranges for marmalade from the farm shop (while resisting the temptation to pop into the café for a latte) and swam 30 lengths in the local pool. I’ve also been working harder than usual to eat my five a day.
Those of you who know me will be staggered to hear I even went for a run a couple of weeks ago and ‘hoped’ to go again yesterday. (In fact we walked as he’s hurt his knee: phew!) I accompanied Husband who could also do with the exercise. I went for a run once before, about 10 years ago, and strained a calf muscle as I apparently had the wrong sort of trainers. It put me off, though I did get some proper footwear. Oddly they don’t improve your fitness unless you go running in them! Since Husband’s at his most unfit since I’ve known him, now is the moment to join him: I just about kept up with him and he seemed to enjoy beasting me and felt better for being at least fitter than I am!
Perhaps if I tell the blogosphere that I’ve given up my sedentary ways it’ll be true?
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