Gym stuff

As regular likers of my new Facebook page will know, I have recently tried my hand at going back to the gym. This is something I used to do on a regular enough basis -Whilst I could not run outside, I could somewhat run on the treadmill. Running being one of the basic activities I miss doing... Along with general sport and activities which of course, require running. But alas these days, I simply miss walking!

I began my (what became a long) break from the gym gradually. I had to stop when I commenced chemotherapy, as gyms are apparently one of the most germ filled places ever and I had little to no immune system. I did go back briefly after I finished my treatment, but as you all know, my body has declined even further the last year, and with that, my ability to exercise...

I was never a "gym bunny". Lets be clear on that! Haha.. I went once a week, sometimes once every two weeks -TOPS. And the odd walk with my dear friend Christina, coupled with leisurely walks with the dogs. Even these things were struggles, but doable. At one point in my life.

But I really do miss the gym. I love exercising and the rush I get from it... I don't enjoy the pain, of course. How and ever, people need exercise to live and to thrive. And so I recently started going again. I went twice and then joined fully, so hopefully I can keep going once a week to begin with and maybe twice in the future... I just have to remind myself that my "over doing it" is different than other peoples over doing it. And if I forget, I always have the crippling pain to remind me.

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A couple of FAQ's:

1. What about swimming? I hear that's great as a low impact sport?
It is. But unfortunately, I cannot swim. I have tried several times and

White hipsters can't jump... or run

So I'm getting more into/ back into this walking malarkey -got my insoles in, got my dogs by my side... and Simon, in case I fall over. He's good like that! Only had time for a 45 minute walk today unfortunately, but at the same time I guess it should be wee steps. The dogs were happy anyway -10 minutes is a huge walk for them sure, never mind 45 minutes. Their wee, silly tiny dog legs and all. They are flat-out snoozing right now, bless 'em.

I'm trying to use this time of steroid-fuelled, not-so-bad-chemo-effects, body-hasn't-copped-on-it's-doing-things-it-couldn't-before phase to get myself into gear and hopefully build up a bit of muscle. Or at least an attempt at running (which doesn't end up with me flat on my face as per usual). So tomorrow I'll be taking my new insoles out for their first test drive in running!
...Or, rather more likely, jogging!
...for like half a minute at a time maybe. But it's a start!
...Or I won't be able to actually do it, and it's the end.
...Whatev's, the gym treadmill lets me hold onto it as I walk quickly. It's nearly like running/ jogging.

On a completely unrelated note:
Happy birthday to my mate Sarah!!! -I'm SCREAMING at you in annoying text and background colours! It's like a 1998 website all up on here!!!! Can't wait for Friday, hot stuffs!!!