Thursday, 25 April 2013
Fit means different things to different people. It can mean you do a daily workout at the gym, or run a couple of miles before returning home for your half a grapefruit. It can mean that you are well, not suffering from any ailment, or, in modern parlance that you are good to look at.
People say when they see me apparently flourishing while all around me are laid low with flu, viruses, back-pains etc. "You are so fit for your age".
I've never really known what that means. Do they think I have super powers, or a secret cupboard containing the elixir of life, or merely that I seem to escape what ails most people.?
None of the above is true, though until 10 years or so ago, I was inclined to believe it was so.
Today is very warm, and since we are told it is the last warm day for a while I decided to tackle the front garden. Doing only a little trimming cutting weeding, the sort of thing which would have left me slightly warm but feeling OK even five years ago, I came indoors, soaked with sweat (yes, ladies do sweat, glow worms glow), back aching, feet and ankles swollen.
This was only an hour's work but felt like ten.
On my St.Mary's mornings (Mon, Tues, and Wednesday) I get off the bus at the rear of the church and have to climb what seems like Everest, a slight incline. Since I do this at my normal Olympic speed - don't know how to slow down - by the time I get into the Parish Office I am gasping for breath.
Pitiful isn't it.?
Lazy by nature exercise is not one of my favourite activities, so it is no wonder I'm not in good condition. Is that what is meant by 'fit' or rather, in my case unfit.
Gardening has always been a pleasure for me, but, it is becoming rather more of an effort these days.
Perhaps there are fairies at the bottom of my garden, if so I'll leave some tools out for them.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 12:28:00 pm