Thursday, 12 July 2012
Exercise
The physiotherapist has given me a series of exercises to do. Which was very kind of him, though I think it is in the nature of his job rather than an act of selfless generosity. Anyway, they are designed to enable old and creaking joints to move more easily. Clearly this is not what I wanted to hear: I should have been applauded as a fine physical specimen at the very peak of my athletic prowess. Whereas instead I am apparently sliding down the slippery slope towards old age and general infirmity. But, looking on the bright side, perhaps a few minutes' exercise a day will keep me supple and sprightly. (Not that I was ever particularly supple and sprightly even in my youth - it was never really my thing.) And if only it was a few casual minutes a day: it took me a good hour to get through all the exercises this evening, even without doing the full number of repeats for some of the more taxing ones. I particularly liked one set of stretches that you were advised to perform every hour. Is this realistic? Am I meant to stop what I am doing every hour during the working day to stretch out over my desk, regardless of the disruption and emotional upset it causes to my colleagues?
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