So I have been arguing with SC for the past hour why we SHOULDN’T go out running but it looks like I’ve lost. I tried to explain that I’ve got cramps, I need to cook dinner, I need to do some laundry and some writing. He just rolled his eyes. So I said WELL OKAY THEN, FINE! IF YOU’RE GOING TO BE ALL BOSSY ABOUT IT! So we’re going out in ten minutes.
Why does exercise have to suck so much? Why can’t I ever look forward to it! BAH!
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Okay I’m back after completing the walk/run and still somehow we managed to cook some dinner. People often say, "Wow, you sure have gotten into the exercise. I’d love to be like that but I just don’t have the time!" Can you really, truly look at all the minutes in your week and not even find twenty spare for a wee walk? It’s more like, I don’t wanna make time for exercise! I could be napping or reading a magazine or scratching my arse! I tell you, when I am in this pissy PMSy mood, I could list you ten thousand things I’d like to do before I chose to exercise.
I was speaking to my mother yesterday and she was late calling me coz she was out walking. This is my workaholic, ultimate martyr mother who always cried dramatically, "I don’t even have time to bless myself!". Well she made a decision to get up half an hour earlier five days a week and walk with a friend. She’s been doing it since November! Well I refuse to let her have one over me, so looks like I will just have to keep bloody exercising then. Bah.
(Sometimes I quite like exercise. Just not today. Hehe.)