Jogging
I took our eldest son into Cambridge early this morning. He has a Saturday job but was unable to work in the days before Christmas because of the flu - which the entire family has been struggling with over the holiday period. So, he was all wrapped up and contemplating an eight hour shift, at the end of which any semblance of Christmas or holiday will be over.
On our journey through Swaffham Prior and Swaffham Bulbeck we passed a number of rotund middle-aged men and women, 'jogging.' With the ubiquitous woollie hats and gloves they were barely moving and could have been 'speed-walking.' Either way, they looked no fitter than our son, after flu. Are they trying to fool themselves into thinking they are somehow exercising and therefore their food and dietary choices and lifestyles the rest of the time are excusable? Do they think, when faced with just one more chip or one more pint, that they are fit human beings and therefore can indulge?
On our journey through Swaffham Prior and Swaffham Bulbeck we passed a number of rotund middle-aged men and women, 'jogging.' With the ubiquitous woollie hats and gloves they were barely moving and could have been 'speed-walking.' Either way, they looked no fitter than our son, after flu. Are they trying to fool themselves into thinking they are somehow exercising and therefore their food and dietary choices and lifestyles the rest of the time are excusable? Do they think, when faced with just one more chip or one more pint, that they are fit human beings and therefore can indulge?
Labels: Cambridge, diet, exercise, jogging, Swaffham Bulbeck, Swaffham Prior
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