A survival guide, and more, for 50-somethings
A first run for six weeks has inspired a happy flurry of similes!
MY BODY SAID ‘Yes’, but my mind said ‘No’.
My body said ‘Yes’, but my mind said ‘No’.
My body said ‘Yes’, but my mind said ‘No’.
But, in the end, my body won – I was going to try running for the first time since I crocked my knee in October.
Continue reading “Running Like A Mouth Full Of Cotton Wool”I don’t want to be Mr Potato Head any more
I’m thinking seriously about ending one of the longest and most satisfying relationships of my life.
It’s one that’s gone on for longer than my marriage and for more time than I knew my Dad, or my Mum.
But I think it’s finally time that I stopped eating crisps.
Continue reading “I’m A Runner, Not A Walker’s”These days, you have to be a bit of a freak to be healthy all the time
I’M A BAD person.
I’ve just gone and made myself a morning coffee, with caffeine in it. Plus three sugars, and some Cadbury’s drinking chocolate on the top so it mimicked a café cappuccino.
I even got out my sad little electric whisk and frothed up the milk. What a loser!
I’m disappointed with myself, you see, because I’m not supposed to be drinking caffeine. The doctor told me.
And, until this morning I’d largely given up coffee, and excised Diet Cokes ruthlessly from my life.
Continue reading “I’m Trying To Keep Making Healthy Choices… But One Of My Balls Has To Drop Soon”For years I feared that I was weird and narcissistic for exercising regularly, but science says humans just aren’t designed to take it easy
THIS WEEK, like the majority of the world, I’m getting back to the same old, same old.
Like nearly everyone else, I’m working again. Like lots of us, I’m trying for a Dry – or at least a Moist January.
Yesterday, I made a point of getting outside and exercising, throwing my leg over the bike for the first proper ride of 2020.
But perhaps less positively, every morning this week, I’ve disappeared anxiously down a rabbit warren of health-related stories on the BBC website.
Continue reading “I’m Not A Health ‘Freak’, We’re Supposed To Be Fit At 50”Staying fit at 50 is bloody painful – but it’s better than the alternative
THE MISSUS AND I both woke up this morning crippled – in our different ways.
For me, it was a screaming knee, banjaxed from a three-mile run yesterday.
For her, it was throbbing feet: mangled by dancing in heels at a banging Gary Numan gig.
She was also – as befits her instinctive embrace of the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle – hungover from drinking too much wine before, during and after the show.
Meanwhile, despite a blameless, booze-less, low-salt, night in, I was appalled to have a shocking headache of my own – the result of cutting out caffeine too drastically.
And then it occurred to me: trying to stay young was killing us both…
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