bitful

My entire sympathy goes to all the people who every day take the decision do get fit(ter) and step into a gym for the first time. The machinery is daunting, some of the people are scary, you will ache like crazy but if you stick with it you will love it, and love yourself for it.

Yesterday I had my first full workout in two and a half months and I felt like I had been a couch potato all my life. All I could only achieve about sixty per cent (in resistance or duration of exercise) of what I used to do only last August.

This morning I woke up with a sharp pain in my left shoulder whenever I raised my arm (just like Dr B. had a while back, only probably much less serious, and with 300 per cent more whining). Of course, this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that last night I fell asleep on the couch and the next thing I knew it was time to go to work. It's a two-seater. I'm six foot tall. You do the maths.

It would naturally be very tempting to just be disappointed and discouraged about such a setback in personal fitness, and throw in the towel. However, I am confident enough that with a little bit of self-discipline I can go back to being in relatively good shape (for a thirty-nine year old ex smoker) in less time than it takes to say 'sports-related injury'.

Although it would be absolutely stupid to compare my insignificant ailment with Kylie Minogue's breast cancer; I can still find comfort and motivation in the Holy Words of Our Showgirl Princess of the Outback and Patron Saint of All Things Gay and Gorgeous:

So really I've got a mountain to climb, but I don't fancy hanging around at the bottom of the mountain.

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