Recent excercise: I’ve bicycled all over the place, almost going into Jhubei. Obviously, with parental notice. In fact they rode with me. Or, more strictly speaking I rode with them. Whatever. Also I’ve done a few pushups wrongly. And I’m typing, I guess. Ah, whatever.
I don’t like being so weak.
I’m trying to change it but I simply don’t have the capacity to remember to repeat the ritual.
I need a treadmill. Treadmills are really fun because you get to read the instruction booklet and test running Level 15 speed, along with all the other crazy functions like varying faster and slower. It’s like our small electronic A/C that stands and turns. It has a function called “Natural” that makes it become loud, then soft, then loud, then soft, varying once per second and very much at that. Natural? Berserk, you mean.
I like swimming. It’s less pain and more exercise. Reader’s Digest agrees with me.
Bottom line: PUSH-UPPING will begin… now.
I can’t figure out how to do it correctly and I forgot to publish. *blushes*