Exercise again
I was talking to my mum on the phone earlier about taking up running. I would love to be able to run. I’m thinking of saving up and buying the ‘spensive shoes and the ‘spensive bra so that I can give it a go. But I know I’m unfit and heavy, so I’ll have to build up really, really slowly or my legs will be fucked.
I told her a friend of mine had suggested running for thirty seconds, walking for a minute, running for thirty seconds and so on. She hooted with laughter. As if! You’d feel like such a fool! Everyone would look! I mean we shouldn’t be as self-conscious as we are, but there are limits!
No, Mum. There aren’t. And I guess I’m not as self-conscious as you are, so don’t lump me into that “we”.
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