Exercise escape ... the Diary of a Corona Kid (Week 4)
Be sure to collect your free egg and bog roll on the way out.
To those of you who know me, it will come as a huge surprise that I have decided to start a new exercise regime.
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Hide AdTo those who don’t know me, I have jogged every day since one year of age and am a champion synchronised swimmer/Ninja warrior.
I apologise. This is, perhaps, ‘Fake News’.
Anyway, the truth is, I have actually started some keep fit stuff that normally only annoying Lycra-clad people do.
It was either that or be found in a chocolate-induced coma on Easter Sunday with a Mini Egg stuffed up my nose.
I went on a jog the other day. Well, I walked around and broke into a run whenever I saw somebody I knew in the distance.
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Hide AdI even picked up a few weights so that the next time I have to carry a school bag, I don’t fall over like a tortoise with a large shell.
Being an athlete can be challenging.
There is a strict timetable of walking downstairs followed by an intense sitting- down session when I watch a bit of This Morning.
They sometimes feature a workout session with a nice grandad from Scotland whose wife videos him doing some stretches and the odd squat, which you can join in with if you like less hip replacement-inducing exercise.
However, for those like me who love nothing more than a burpee next to the coffee table, there is Mr Joseph Wicks (pictured left).
He’s the Jamie Oliver of sport: bish bash bosh and next thing you know you’re in activewear sipping a kale smoothie.
Anyone got a bag of crisps?