February 10, 2013 by allsho
It’s Carnival Sunday, and I’m dreading the next three hours, when I’ll be parading with my pirate and my wizard and my wife and a whole load of friends of theirs, mine, hers, whatever, with my stiff legs.
The fact is that last week I joined the gym, after maybe eight years of total lack of physical activity. Last Friday, second session of my new gym life, the instructor and I had a dialogue that I want to share here.
You’ll do four series of fifteen of these – he says, about something I was supposed to do lying on my belly and lifting weights with my calves.
Well, I would like to come back next Monday – I say – and for that I need to be able to walk…
Oh don’t worry – he replies reassuringly – tomorrow you’ll feel some pain, the worst will be on Sunday, when your muscles will be fixing themselves, and on Monday I’ll see you here as if nothing happened.
Great – was my answer – couldn’t wait to have a nice Sunday of achy breaky legs…
And of course he was right. Yesterday just a slight discomfort. Today I’m fit for bed. I hope he’s right about tomorrow too, at this point.
Although tomorrow there’s another reason why I might not be able to go and get my workout: snow. The whole country is alerted for an exceptional snowfall. Well, I have snow-tires and anyway the gym is about five minutes on foot. But the thing is, who wants to go out and get in a snowstorm in the dark to eventually get his legs broken by a good-humoured instructor?
So, since today, on the contrary, is a fine cold sunny Sunday, let me introduce a couple of the main characters of this blog, as they look today.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll visit them under the snow, who knows. For now, here’s their winter look against a rare blue sky.