Thursday, January 24, 2008

Creaking into the future

I think I need exercise, but then again, every time I get some I feel like I've gone a dozen rounds. And lost against King Kong.

Honestly, with a son who's obsessed with bowling (when he's not obsessed with Star Wars, or the Polar Express, or tornadoes, or Jimmy Neutron), there's nothing a person can do to avoid being trapped in the bowling center for hours at a stretch. The place has a three-hour "all you can bowl" special on weekdays and holidays, and we have to bowl until the final minute of our time expires. Then, more often than not, we're dragooned into a re-enactment of the Duel of the Fates when we get home, so there's no rest for the weak-kneed.

One might think that all that exertion would add up to a bit of weight loss. But noooooo.

Somewhere, somehow, I need to come up with a plan for introducing exercise into my day. Something that actually works, that makes me feel better and not worse, that can be done relatively quickly and without having to shower and change a half-dozen times a day.

There's got to be a way to shove the wedge into the wall, to break through all this difficulty and get it done. Pardon me while I hunt for cracks. Keep yours to yourself.