It’s a hard slog, but after working my legs until they’re heavy, I will have a spring in my step
It’s rare that someone looks forward to exercise all of the time – even if one enjoys playing sports (as I do), or can barely remember the direct route home from the office (or not, at the moment) because they always stop off at the gym first. Even professional athletes talk of wanting to stay in bed and skip training.
I used to do what I call – many apologies – “gym ’n’ swim”, which is what you’d imagine. I never did one without the other, because the opportunity to cool down in the water after time on the treadmill or bike – and the strenuous activity of watching others lift weights – was too inviting. Even if my shoulders ached with fatigue and I only did a few laps, I felt so good afterwards. I don’t like to write that because it will annoy plenty of people, just as when runners told me about the “high” that running gave them, while it gave me the sensation that my lungs were made of concrete. What is this high, I wanted to counter. Where does it hide? But a couple of friends wrote books about it, and it felt rude not to give it a go.
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