This weekend my Dad came over to the UK, he usually resides in France. We had a fun time together. There was none of the stupid arguing we usually have. We are so alike that we get on each others nerves very easily. This time, I think we both, made an effort not to fly off the handle about stupid things. Although he has tried to convert me over to classical music a tad too early. This wasn't your agreeable Mozart or Beethoven either. No, this was a slightly more obscure artist who also has his own take on old classics such as 'All Things Bright and Beautiful'. There's nothing wrong with classical, or hymns, but I am more a rock man myself. Music must rock. Most of the time it should have an electric guitar, although a bit of acoustic goes a long way. The man who invented distortion deserves an award.
Then on Easter Monday, after promise of little cloud and high temperatures, a game of rounders was organised at Kirkstall Abbey. Many were there, the sky was dull and grey, it was a little chilly, and a lot of fun was had. This was about the most intense exercise I'd had this year and it showed. I was weak. I just didn't have any power, and I'd dart off in the direction of the first base; my head knowing exactly where it wanted to go but my legs staying where they were resulting in a stumble. In the end I had to have a man with a hip replacement do the running for me!
I was a little upset by this so today I'm starting my exercise regime proper. I will from now on only watch Diggnation and other podcasts whilst riding my bike, and will spend more time on the Wii. I will then lose all my effort when I go into hospital and start again when I get out. It's still looming, and it's still praying on my mind.
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