I think that I am very fit for my age. The serene beautiful one delights in telling friends and relations, that I have nasty habits. This is simply because she manages to stay in good shape without the need to exercise other than the occasional walk. Whereas I have been hooked on the gym for several years and regularly work out for a couple of hours, five days a week.
My other bad habit is because I sleep badly and tend to leave for the gym at 0630hrs whereas Pollyanna tends not to surface until a more civilised hour. Last week I arrived home from the gym full of beans after circuit training, swimming several lengths, steam room, sauna and finishing of in the Jacuzzi. It was hot and sunny and I felt that a couple of hours reading the newspaper while sunbathing in the garden would be very civilised.
I ditched my gym bag and went upstairs to put on some swimming shorts. Disaster! I somehow managed to put both my legs into the same leg of my swim shorts and crashed down to the floor. Pollyanna tells the tale that she thought the chandelier in the living room was going to come down. She was about to rush upstairs to my aid until she heard me swearing and knew I was OK. I ask you, Women? I wasn’t OK I had torn my Achilles tendon which was very painful.
I went to see my lady Doctor because it felt quite serious. Do you know, she actually laughed when I related my story. Talk about women being from Venus. This is a very hacked off man from Mars. . . . . . .