The triumph of hope over experience

[f4f3]

I joined a gym at lunchtime. It's in the nearest hotel to my office, 2 minutes in the car and five minutes walk away. As well as the pool/weights/cardiovascular stuff they have yoga and pilates courses which I'm quiet keen on.

I'm ENTIRELY confident that THIS TIME I will actually go 3 or more times a week, and I WILL NOT SPEND MORE TIME IN THE BAR THAN IN THE GYM OH NO I WON'T.

Plan is to go for a swim tomorrow morning (playing badminton tonight, so can't do it then) and book in for my gym induction at lunch time.

I'll keep you posted.

Comments

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Yes - I've been tricking mine by letting it play badminton, which I enjoy enough that it doesn't get classified as exercise, but I need a wee bit more now.

[rparvaaz.livejournal.com]

Yoga is how I trick mine: Look, you are not sweating, you are not out of breath, and you can actually spend some time *lying down* -What more do you want?

We started this routine when I was 12 and opted for morning yoga to get out of morning jogs and basketball....

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

i love the lying down part. Lying down with my eyes closed is even better. And I can breathe without thinking (well, most of the time).

[rparvaaz.livejournal.com]

I don't do too many standing excercises - most of my routine needs me to sit or lie down. :)

By the time I was 14, I used to stand in for my yoga instructor at least twice a week [she wanted to sleep in]. I used to grant 5 minutes of shavasana after three other positions and if someone dozed off in those 5 minutes, I would let them sleep on. As a result, the entire group used to lend me their library cards...

Then there was the group who gave me their library cards in return for me drinking their morning milk...

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Ah, at the same age I was doing a deal with my parents and brother and sister for their Library Tickets, which meant that I had 12 adult books per week and 12 from the children's section. No wonder I didn't have time for yoga. Not that we had yoga in Balornock. We had Fitba instead, though.

[rparvaaz.livejournal.com]

Heh. My parents and brother didn't even *think* that they would ever get to use their tickets. They just handed them over to me, even before I could argue with them. :)

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure that I ever told them they HAD tickets...

[rparvaaz.livejournal.com]

They had to sign the forms and they insisted on reading them before they signed...

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

I don't think forging is a sin.

A crime, maybe, but not a sin.

[rparvaaz.livejournal.com]

Hee!

I can certainly appreciate the stance but my problem was that the librarian *knew* what my rents' signatures looked like. It would have been a sin, a crime, a local scandle, and a family issue.

I forged my mom's signature once - sneaked out for an all night party, the first one I ever attended.

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

My writing was so bad I couldn't forge anyone's signature, even my own.

First all nighters.... God yes, I remember hearing the birds singing when we left the party and thinking, ah, so this is what it's like being a grown up....

Irony of ironies, the only time I get to hear the dawn chorus now is when I'm going into the office early.

(OK, that's a bit of poetic licence - I do live in Scotland, and the dawn chorus will start at around 10 a.m. soon)

[morgaine-x.livejournal.com]

I recall getting confronted by the chap on the library bus (I really lived in the middle of nowhere) who queried who was really reaing the books I took out on Mom's ticket. Fortunately, he was impressed when I confirmed it was me, and went on to make recommendations. I was 9.

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Libraries are great. We didn't quite have the van, but we did have a prefab building that was more or less a shed. That was where I discovered Flashman, and Roger Zelazny, and Asimov, and Heinlein, and Westlake and Richard Condon and oh.... just about everyone.