It’s not the age, it’s the mileage…

Ok – to say I live a sedentary life is probably the understatement of the year.

I mean – the most physical exercise I get is meandering down the stairs in the morning desperately searching for that first cup of coffee that’s going to give me the energy to get me into the car to go get that second cup of coffee.

So needless to say, my wife has been on me to get some exercise.  ANY exercise.  I don’t fault her for it at all, it’s a sign that she cares about my physical health.  (My mental health has long since been a lost cause.)

I hate exercise.  Running is something you do when you’re being chased.  Lifting is something you do when you can’t afford to bribe your able-bodied 13 year old son to do it for you.  (Sometimes I have to do it myself, he’s getting bloody expensive)

So I figure out my motivation to go get on the treadmill for a few minutes.  I can go for a walk, take my iPod (with convienent video) and lose myself in an episode of House or Bones or something else along those lines.  When I get into a story it’s like time doesn’t exist, which makes 45 minutes go pretty quickly.

Tuesday night I went in for my manditory 5kph wander.  When I’m done I pace around the gym for a bit, trying to pretend I actually want to sit down at one of the machines.

Tuesday I see a bunch of people in the court playing volleyball.  My old sport.  I emphasize old because I played it way back when I was drinking illegally.

So I play Tuesday, after my 45 minute walk, for almost two hours.

Wednesday I sit in a darkened office for most of the morning and a darkened meeting room in the afternoon.  Many pain-killers later I came out of it.

Tonight I went back, much as one would go back to the scene of a car accident to relive the pain.

Tonight I went straight in and started playing.  (Those who exercize regularly will know what’s coming next)

When you go from sitting on your ass all day to suddently jumping around like a chimpanzee on cocaine…  well muscles take some breaking in…

Add that to being almost 40.

Right now, the act of typing this hurts….

Good night Gracie….