This Plus That Equals…. #9

This plus that equals…. why I’m not cut out for exercising.

Here’s the latest instalment in my series of posts all about what makes our lives here at home tick. This week I thought I’d share the reasons me and exercise do not mix well, obviously I know it’s good for me, so I’m making an effort to do more of it, quite specifically cycling, but I do really think that it’s got it in for me.

My pretty bicycle
My pretty bicycle

Pain! Oh the pain, today I went for a push bike ride, the third in as many days, it was one too many apparently as now I can’t sit without wincing. You would have thought a large bottom would provide cushioning. It does not!

Yes he is resting on my bottom!!
Yes he is resting on my bottom, it does have it’s uses!!

Getting all hot and sticky. I just don’t like it, not at all. It doesn’t help I go bright red and one of these days someone is going to see me in the village but not know whether it is actually me or just a giant tomato on a bike for some charity fancy dress thing.

Getting caught in the rain. So it’s all sunny and nice when you leave the house then, 5 minutes down the road, you get caught in what fees like a hurricane, but you’re out so you carry on. When I arrived at the village store, my destination of the day, the lady behind the counter asked ‘oh did you get caught in it’, no love I didn’t, this is just the look I was going for today!

It was dry when I left the house!
It was dry when I left the house!

The embarrassment factor. I often take my son out on our little cycle rides, sometimes he naps, we have a chat and what not, plus it’s not like I can leave him at home! But when you get overtaken by a pro cyclist, ie, someone who can go at more than 4 mph and the little one yells at the top of his voice ‘mummy, race!!! mummy GOOO!!’ and said pro cyclist audibly laughs at the sheer ridiculousness of the thought I may be able to catch them it’s embarrassing. It is also embarrassing when your two year old works out just how rubbish you are with the classic outburst ‘car fast, motorbike fast, mummy slow’ and starts to push your back to help you go faster.

He doesn't give his daddy this grief
He doesn’t give his daddy this grief

Getting all tangled in the equipment. Who knew getting a push bike out of a shed could be a live and death experience, not me! But somehow I invariably take my own ankle out with a pedal, get jammed in a corner trapped between a lawn mower, push bike and wall or bang my head on something. How? When will I learn? It happens every single time.

Oh Mummy!!
Oh Mummy!!

Please tell me I’m not the only one these things happen to. 

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