Thought you might enjoy this one again. When I get well, I’ll have to join a gym and my opinion of “exercising” will have to change, but meantime, I still hold this one. Love to all.
Anyone who’s followed this blog for any length of time knows how I feel about exercise, so you’d think MSB would know too. We went for a walk the other day, me trying desperately to keep up with his stride.
“You’re going too fast.”
“This pace is better exercise.”
“If this is exercise, I’m going home. I’m out for a stroll. I don’t exercise.”
He slowed down.
Soon we reached the stop sign about a half-mile from our house. Usually, especially when I’ve had a surgery sometime during the year (like this year), this is as far as I can go. That day, I wanted to go as far as the bridge to the left, but MSB wanted to take the hill to the right.
“It’s better exercise.”
“I’m not exercising, I’m out for a stroll.”
We went left.
I tried to explain that I’ve never liked exercise, that…
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