I go to the gym first thing every morning. I don?t actually step inside; I simply pass the gym as I go for the papers. However, as I pass, I stride much more briskly, stick out my chest and swing my arms. And, I might mention, I have to make a diversion to go via the gym, so it lengthens my morning walk and adds to my all-round fitness.
If a jogger comes jogging along, I may stop and do some loosening up exercises, standing on my left leg and pulling the right foot up behind the thigh, like a footballer about to go onto the pitch and showing he means business.
This deception is my fitness regime; I call it ?fakecercise?. Occasionally, I pretend to do stuff with weights; this is called ?pseudometrics?.
Fakecercise is increasingly popular. You often see men in the park who have announced that they are taking the dog for a walk and are sitting on a bench, reading a book and, in a desultory way, throwing a ball for the dog to fetch. Then they go home for a well-earned sit down. All that fresh air has done them good.
There are plenty of people about, wearing serious trainers and tracksuits, who have never even broken into a trot. That?s a crude form of fakecercise.
black women health male health issues health advice for women health magazines for women
No comments:
Post a Comment