Every day I run for 38 minutes on my treadmill and I hate it. I’m actually afraid to say I hate things because once I decide I hate something I reallyhate it. Like the last winter I spent working much of the time outside before shifting to an inside job, I did a silly thing and decided I hated winter. Canadians who decide they hate winter … Continue reading Treadmill and the Jet
“My body doth protest too much, methinks”. (Shakespearean-ish quote). If I hate one people group it would be fit people. I don’t hate anybody, but if I did it would be them. I especially hate fit people who don’t try to pressure me to get fit because if I was them I would definitely be pointing out to everyone how fit I … Continue reading Exercise: The Noisy Killer
Yes it is. So my wife joins this unholy movement of other girls “sweating to the oldies” (or whatever it is they actually do there) and has now been sworn in to the inner circle of this cult. It seems to me she goes between 5 and 100 times a week (I haven’t had the time to count) and comes back infused with energy and … Continue reading Is Jazzercise a Cult?
