It’s been 14 days since I last had my morning power walk or went to the gym, so I thought I would give you a little bitty of an update on my current lockdown exercise regime.
Trying to stay fit and not come out of lockdown looking like a Teletubby on steroids has been quite challenging.
First, I realised that being the only person in South Africa without some sort of Fitbit is really quite ‘dof’ during lockdown. How could I measure my distance or keep record of my morning laps around the house? So I was advised to download an app called Strava to my phone. Easy peasy lemon squeezy! Except I don’t have a phone strap of any sorts to keep the phone on my body. (Yes – don’t laugh – but I still use an iPod for music while I exercise!) This meant I would have needed a small backpack to keep my phone in, which meant I would be taking off the backpack every so often to check the distance, which started to all sound complicated!
So instead I did it the old-fashioned way and got two small Tupperware containers and put 20 pieces of macaroni in one. I then placed them on the small wall at my lap starting point and every time I passed that point I would move a piece of macaroni into the other container. Freaking fabulous! Even I was super proud of myself – that is until the Chocolate Logs (dogs) decided to accompany me one morning on my walk and then ate some of the macaroni! Macaroni counter: 0 – Chocolate Logs: 1.
Garden laps can be so repetitive though that you start to feel that washing the testicles of a thousand ants would be a lot less painful. So, I spiced it up a bit with some video exercise classes, including some power walking ones. But the lady hosting my favourite one has a loud nasal voice that sounds a bit like Fran Drescher from The Nanny, so one morning I decided to up my game and changed to a different walking class that had an ABBA music theme. What on earth was I thinking – me who was last in the coordination queue trying to do exercise repetitions! By the time I had untangled the knots I had tied myself into, I decided to call it a day and quietly retreated into a corner to restore some semblance of dignity.
The exercise struggle is real, I tell you!
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