The joys of exercise
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 at 10:23PM Laying in bed at 07:00 this morning, having hit the snooze button on my alarm so many times even I was getting embarrassed, I came to the realisation, perhaps belatedly, that early mornings and me just do not get along. A part of my alter ego - in fact a very large part of my alter ego - is a pizza scoffing, beer imbibing, exercise loathing slobett with the best of them. Luckily for me I was born with enough vanity to overcome my natural inclination to vegetate in front of the TV/PC/biscuit tin and to put sufficient effort into maintaining a physical image that doesn’t make small children scream when they see me.
I was musing on this constant battle to hold back the course of nature as I ran on the treadmill in the gym having managed to drag myself out of the arms of Morpheous and stagger banana in hand to my car where I had sat already exhausted with the effort. As I attemped to overcome the resistance to dragging myself away from the joys of slumber at some unearthly hour the usual two way conversation was running through my head. It went something like this:
Devil: you could go back to bed, it’ll still be warm, you can go to the gym later.
Angel: you’re up, you’re in the car, start the engine, let’s get going.
Devil: but it’s so much effort. Just open the door, slide out, really, the bed will still be warm, you don’t need to go to the gym, you went yesterday.
Angel: once you get there you’ll enjoy it, you always do. And if you don’t go you’ll hate yourself and because you hate yourself you’ll eat an extra chocolate brownie and that’s 300 hundred calories more you’ll have to burn off next time.
Devil: that’s just another 20 minutes on the treadmill, it’s nothing. Just think, you can close the curtains and slip back under those covers and slide into oblivion for another hour. It’s important you have sleep when you’re training hard, your coach told you so.
Angel: Ok it’s like that is it? Well no more Mr Nice Guy for me. Hey you, get your fat-belly gut-bucket into gear and on the road or next time you look in the mirror I’ll make sure everything has gone south by at least three inches.
That usually works even if I shift the car into gear with a certain resigned sigh and a promise to break the angel’s knees when I meet him.
Reader Comments (2)
It's when it's a late morning after a late night that I find a challenge, as well as the mandatory breakfast.
Richard
Sack the Typist. It should read early start!!
R