I'm Allergic To Excerise

As seen in a previous post - http://subtlyignorant.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/the-gym-journey.html
 You can see that I'm not the best when it comes to working out or going to the gym, with most of my attempts ending in being side tracked or wimping out - Being a quitter after all is a proud part of my nature.

However, I have discovered a piece of exercising equipment that is as lazy as I am. This of course is, the Dumbbell. Upon one of my more social occasions at a friends house I grew increasingly attached to his set of dumbbells. Now I like dumb bells, in my mind dumb bells are the laziest of all work out equipment, it only requires lifting your arm up and down repeatedly - and being a male I've had plenty of practice in that action.


I pictured myself, sitting in a chair, listening to a pod-cast, lifting a dumbbell in the background, when one arm got tired I'd switch and carry on listening. I wouldn't get as bored as jogging and it would be more effective then doing press ups... a few months past and I never did a thing. but on valentines day I went out and bought myself a set of dumbbells - no there is nothing sadder. the problem is that I miss judged how much 15kgs weighs (baby weight) and the 40 minute walk home was tiresome.



Feeling proud (yet tired) I constructed the weights into more manageable chunks and set to work. several "reps" later the difference was noticeable - and with a half term coming up I intended to catch up on some lost manly times... I would have had I not spent the last 2 weeks being severally Ill. Eating nothing different from the rest of my family and keeping away from the diseased people, the only explanation was all the exercise I did on the Monday.

14 days of illness for a now diminished return, so much so I  believe that I am weaker than I was before I started, what is this irony! Although this doesn't necessarily make me a target Mr. Mugger as I still carry a knife and Cracker I will cut you up. Hashtag: RelTalk. NoJK

My body clearly had a repulsive reaction to working out though, which is both depressing and annoying. So much so that I bitched and moaned about it on the internet.