This morning I went for my first bike ride in over a month. I’d love to tell you that it made me feel exhilarated, full of energy, ready to start the day. I could tell you that, but it would be a lie. Mostly it just made me feel very sick.
Clearly I’m so out of practice that I’ve forgotten how to dress… when I got home I discovered my top was inside out and the wrong way round which meant that the label had been rubbing on my (double) chin the whole way. I also forgot that when you are really cold you need to warm up a little before you just in a hot shower or you get really itchy scratchy (so much so I managed to scratch through the skin on my left thigh, which was nice).
It would seem my muscles are a little out of practice too. 10 hours or so later I ache. A lot. Even trying to do charades to Sister 2 through our windows across the road while on the telephone to her was a little painful (especially when caught by a neighbour – although that was more mental rather than physical pain as it may not have not helped what I suspect is my ‘weird cat lady’ reputation… ).
I will however, attempt to do the same again tomorrow. And keep going until I am back in the rhythm of the exercise malarkey. Because I look like a flump at the moment. (I’ve started avoiding mirrors now as my reflection makes me feel rather grumpy.) I was thinking of one of these:
But having looked up ‘flump’ on Google, I found this…a scrap of childhood tv memories:
And I think that’s probably quite an accurate image of me (although for anyone who doesn’t know me / hasn’t seen me in a while, I would like to mention I have slightly less facial hair).
So if you are starting your Saturday with a bit of relaxation, please spare a thought for this flump wheezing round Country Bumpkinsville on two wheels. I’m sure it will be…exhilarating!