I think very few readers of Alimero can boast that in the mornings they do exercises with pleasure. However, I have several friends of girls who happily go to shaping, aerobics, yoga, that is, have a constant physical exertion.
The roots of the dislike of sports
I definitely do not belong to such girls. For me, physical education lessons in school were a punishment, partly because I was used to being the best everywhere, and sometimes I couldn’t fulfill the standard for physical education.
I also remember the moment when, during a game of basketball or handball, two captains of teams appointed by the teacher chose their players. And here I am and another classmate Tanya were usually the last who they wanted to take into the game.
Of all the sports games, I like only table tennis. I fell in love with this game at a mature age. And five years ago we regularly went with Arthur to play in the park, where tennis tables are installed and racquets are rented.
I want to note the fact that I had to get an hour one way. And once I was struck by the words of Arthur’s mother: Linda, you know, Arthur is totally indifferent to tennis, he goes only for your sake.
The words touched me, because I do not like something to be done under duress. Arthur seems to have objected that he plays with pleasure. But I began to increasingly have reasons not to go with him to play.
After our mini-tournament, my friend and I walked through the park for at least an hour, discussing pressing issues. By my standards it was a good load. And now I have deprived myself of myself, less and less taking a racket in my hand.
Working for many years as a translator, I constantly sat at the computer. Having started my teaching career in parallel, I … also sat at the table with the students. Only at school, a colleague came to me to see how I taught a lesson, and made a remark: Linda, why do you go to class all the time? You have a desktop. And in class you need to achieve such silence, so that you speak quietly while sitting at the table, and everyone can hear you.
It turns out that I, having chosen mental labor, put myself into a state of hypodynamia. Now I seriously think about where to get exercise. To go on shaping? But my physical form at the moment is such that I cannot compete with the girls who are constantly watching their figure.
To be again in the tail, as in school physical education, I do not want. It remains to find some group of fatties.
What would you advise me, dear readers? How to become a little more athletic?