Time's a-wastin'

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
- Andrew Marvell

Some facts to consider:

It's May.

It's beautiful outside.

Everywhere I look I see people cycling, jogging, soaking up the sunshine and enjoying being fit.

The bastards.



Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call any of you healthy fit people bad names. I'm just a little jealous, okay? I'll be good now. Honest.

I'm still a bit shaky from the headache, which has now come back for the sixth day this week, but I have to get back into the exercise routine. I am feeling increasingly compelled to kick it into gear.

Plus, having a headache makes me call people names even when they don't deserve it.

I have been taking it easy because I'm afraid of injury and losing my momentum. But hell, after two months sitting in a cubicle, my momentum has upped and left me for someone with weekends off. So what? I have to push myself anyway. No point sitting around waiting until I feel better, or in the mood. Time's a-wastin'.

For me it is. Not for those people who've been exercising all along, like I should have done.

To be fair to the body, I'll only ask it to do one hour of cardio. The other hour will be stretching and balance stuff. Yoga, in other words.

But always at my back I hear
some anti-yogist whispering near
"Is yoga exercise? Puh-lease, my dear!"

Exercise du jour:
1 hour yoga
1 hour cycling