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Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 March 2018

1803.20 WEBCOMIC: NOT A RUNNER


OK, here's something new. I've decided to star in my own webcomic adventure. And why not? Here's a question I'm often asked...

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

1701.03 TIME TO GET REAL

Christmas is over for another year and as we all pack away the baubles and the tinsel it's time to assess the damage. In all probability we've overspent and still have to buy food to last until the next payday.

Sunday, 26 October 2014

1410.26 OUT OF SHAPE

My recuperation has had another side effect on me. One I had to deal with the last time I was injured. Whilst recuperating I've been pretty inactive which has meant that love put on a bit of weight (OK maybe its a lot), I'm not sure how much since we don't own weighing scales, if I did I think I'd be scared to use them. I'm also finding myself making excuses not to get on the bike, it's obvious that there is a psychological element I need to get over.

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

1003.23 REAL MEN DON'T SKIP

Physical Education
Today saw me participating in my youngest's PE class for a second time. Together with other parents and our children we got involved in some light exercise and dance games.When I was first asked to do this my first thought was to run for the hills, 'dancing' was mentioned and as anyone who knows me knows, I don't do dance (unless you add alcohol). But Morticia is in no fit state to do it, it was up to me not to disappoint my little girl.

I was worried that the turnout would be low or that all the other parents would be mothers. Fortunately I was wrong and it was a good turn out with a nice mix of mothers and fathers.

The exercise bit was light but fun and the dance bit just involved jumping about to music. A good time was had and I think I earned loads of father-daughter points with my youngest.

The only thing I drew the line at was skipping, not with a rope, the one when you chuck your arms and legs out in a rhythmic way. Real men don't skip right?