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Too fit by half
Feb. 3rd, 2010 02:35 pmPeople who say that you should go to the gym because, although it's bad for the first 10 minutes, after that "you really get into it" are too fit by half.
The fact is, if you are an ordinary joe like me, the gym is bad for the first 10 minutes. Then it's worse than bad. Then it's truly awful, just before reaching the stage of "I wish I was dead. No more, please".
Except until you get fit, of course, when the endomorphins kick in before your muscles peg out. and then it does feel good.
I didn't reach that state of nirvana today, but I did at least get to the end without wanting death to swallow me up. I suspect that it wasn't so much the three consecutive days at the gym (with some proper working) as it was the five days without sugar, chocolate, pasta, or rice. Well done me.
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This blog is getting complicated. I may have to stop writing under my real name. My piece a couple of days go on longevity derivatives got picked up via Google Alerts. PR person involved promptly searches for me on Gorkhana and, of course, finds the other me, the financial journalist. So tomorrow I'm going to meet the brains behind the new association, who will valiantly attempt to convince me (the seriously biased blogger) that what I have written is wrong, while at the same time he pitches the wonders of the new association to me (the unbiased journalist). Am I going to be there as interviewer or advocate? I don't think either of us is sure. Still, the guy was at one time favourite to become CEO at Swiss Re, before being pipped by the now-departed Jacues Aigrain, so at least I am mixing with the great and the good again.
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The fact is, if you are an ordinary joe like me, the gym is bad for the first 10 minutes. Then it's worse than bad. Then it's truly awful, just before reaching the stage of "I wish I was dead. No more, please".
Except until you get fit, of course, when the endomorphins kick in before your muscles peg out. and then it does feel good.
I didn't reach that state of nirvana today, but I did at least get to the end without wanting death to swallow me up. I suspect that it wasn't so much the three consecutive days at the gym (with some proper working) as it was the five days without sugar, chocolate, pasta, or rice. Well done me.
++++++++++++
This blog is getting complicated. I may have to stop writing under my real name. My piece a couple of days go on longevity derivatives got picked up via Google Alerts. PR person involved promptly searches for me on Gorkhana and, of course, finds the other me, the financial journalist. So tomorrow I'm going to meet the brains behind the new association, who will valiantly attempt to convince me (the seriously biased blogger) that what I have written is wrong, while at the same time he pitches the wonders of the new association to me (the unbiased journalist). Am I going to be there as interviewer or advocate? I don't think either of us is sure. Still, the guy was at one time favourite to become CEO at Swiss Re, before being pipped by the now-departed Jacues Aigrain, so at least I am mixing with the great and the good again.
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