If my body is ever found dead on a jogging trail, just know I was murdered elsewhere and dumped there.
Haha, saw this on FB recently. So very true when it comes to me.
In my youf, I used to like road running, I swam and played tennis. I then I did a stint with the old Health & Racquet, but I’ve never liked the idea of going to some indoor germfest to sweat and grunt for an hour.
After the second gym contract where I signed up for two years and barely clocked six straight months of consecutive attendance, I decided to call it a day.
And now in my old age and with diseased heart, I can definitely not do anything strenuous. I’m supposed to go see a biokineticist and join some group of oldies with surgery scars on their chests and play with balls and stuff, but that’s far too depressing.
So what do I do? I walk lots and fast. I run after Big Tom when he’s on his bike and I do the occasional ocean swim which is quite a workout!