Tuesday Morning – Fox thoughts on exercise.
The GP looked over his specs at me and he said, “I prescribe for you – more exercise! … More exercise or you’ll die!”
Well, I can take a hint.
But he is a nice man, the Dr., he isn’t one of those rabid neo-exercise-tastless-lycra-gymjunkie-sweat nazis … he is a man of taste, a man of culture, a man who likes Dr Who – he understands the ageing body. “Walk … walk long … walk steadily” he said.
So I am walking morningly, longish and steadyish.
I even purchased a pair of walking shoes – a hard purchase for someone who despises exercise as much as I despise all forms of unnecessary exercise (except for mental intellectual exercise of course … and that and physical exercise so often seem to be mutually exclusive things, alas.)
So I walk … one walking shoe on each arthritic foot – one arthritic foot in front of the other.
It’s not all sweat. There are birds to watch … magpies to annoy … flowers to smell … small dogs to pat … large dogs to avoid.
And then, after the weary kilometres there is the destination … always the same destination.
The smells and sounds of a favourite cafe – the welcoming chairs, the clean tables, the luxurious brew.
Espresso in a double shot.
Dr, your prescription isn’t all bad.
“Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that beauty draws for me”. (William Henry Davis, not Fox)