Currently not allowed to run due to knackered body so was in desperate need of a fitness hobby to stop me going stir crazy. Came up with the idea of seeing how far I would get around the world powered only by my stationary exercise bike and walking with Pokemon Go….
So the creaky world tour continues. Last episode found myself camped out in Cambridge.
Since then my little legs (and they are little – size 29 inch inside leg….) have added
Exercise Bike 150km
Pokémon Go 65km
So the first stop was an overnight stay in Twickenham. Had to visit the national Rugby Stadium.
And the Eel Pie Island Museum.
Then we set off on foot to Rochester Castle, the 12th century stone keep castle. One of England’s most impressive Norman Fortresses.
Can you guess where I am heading next?
I often hear fitness experts say that you know when exercise is really working because it starts to hurt. No pain no gain. Well I think I successfully disproved that theory this morning. Pain means PAIN.
Somedays it’s good to be brought back down to earth. An Aspergers child with beautiful honesty is a perfectly designed tool for this job.
At school the kids had to tell the class one thing their parent(s) were brilliant at. Apparently talents such as football, rugby, accountancy, building, driving, cooking, singing, languages, science, nursing, making money, horse riding, swimming, judo, gardening, running, pottery and writing we’re all mentioned. But not in one case…
A certain boy said “well it depends on your exact definition of brilliant, in my Dads case I may need to think about this for a while….”
The boy knows me too well.
Maybe his hesitation on awarding brilliance was influenced by a little accident this morning. I have a little bit of a sore eye. During my early morning workout I somehow managed to hit myself in the face with a 14lb Kettlebell… So going back to the pain theory – experts would say that my pain was a sign of a most rewarding workout. Really!!!!
It does sleep sometimes….
It was raining so I had to bring my 50 minute training routine inside. Every few minutes our son comes to check on me. I think he is just checking that I still have a pulse.
He stood looking really puzzled at me.
“Dad what on Earth are you doing”
Rather breathlessly I told him I was skipping.
“What like the boxers do!”
That’s right son, it’s a great exercise.
“Haven’t you forgotten something Dad?”
“The skipping rope!”
Technically yes. The problem is that I can’t skip. I have tried for years and my record is about 6 seconds before I garrotted myself. So I have decided to just imagine that I have a rope. Suddenly skipping is so easy and I can get most of the benefits of the exercise without looking like a complete pillock…
“No just a partial pillock”
That is very fair.
“But Dad it’s like me and falconry. I’m not yet allowed to be a falconer and hold birds of prey. But I imagine that I do. It’s good practice.”
And with that I was allowed to go back to my version of skipping. We all need to release our imagination every so often. It can help us in so many ways. Even allows an uncoordinated pillock like me to skip….