Gym

Many people consider going to the gym as a luxury. Not me.

Anyone who knows me will vouch for the fact that I’m not a natural exerciser. I’m not completely sedentary, but the idea of going for a run (heaven forbid!) makes me shudder. But I joined a gym in January and have defied the odds by actually continuing to go.

Last week, I got a slight cold and the lack of sleep led to my back grumbling. If you’ve ever had back pain before you’ll know how awful it can be. The idea of being crippled by that intense pain again was scary. I wasn’t just thinking about the impact on me, though that was a big issue; I’ve spent months recovering in the past while living on my own, which of course wasn’t much fun.

If I was to suffer pain like that again now, it would affect so much more though. If I was in pain who would push the heavy buggy to and from school? How could I drive Pudding to appointments and hold him still for the needles? How could I run after him in the playground, or wrestle him to the ground for a nappy change?

What happens when a carer is no longer able to care? I know Hubby would have done what he could but he has a full-time job. And what happens to those carers who don’t have anyone else to rely on?

Pudding weighs over 4 stone now and looking after him is hard physical work sometimes, particularly when I’m only 8.5 stone myself. My only solution is to make sure I’m as fit and strong as possible. Hence the gym. It helps that the place I go to is full of friendly faces and has a pool and classes as well, so it’s not just slogging on the gym floor. (I’m easily bored!)

The gym for me is not a luxury, it’s a physical necessity. And this week I realised that it’s even more than that. My mood took a bit of a nose-dive with the back pain, and even when I started moving better my mood didn’t. Eventually I forced myself out to do an easy work-out on the treadmill, etc, and I felt so much better all round. Yes, I know that exercise releasing happy endorphins is hardly a revelation yet it makes a difference finally realising it for yourself.

I’ll never be a proper gym bunny but I can admit that sometimes I do quite enjoy it! Maybe some day I may even get round to replacing my embarrassingly tatty trainers…

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