Computers Should Not Be Allowed For Normal People
Why the hell can’t Word do a numbered list starting at 0?
This will be continued.
Why the hell can’t Word do a numbered list starting at 0?
This will be continued.
Believe it or not I used to enjoy exercise, even in bad weather, mud and surprisingly even when it can be painful. I played rugby for years, for instance. Judging by the mayhem I enjoyed at the weekend at paintball, it seems that I still do, as well.
What I don’t enjoy, and in fact have never enjoyed, is exercise for the sake of it. I’ve always been happy to run after a ball in order to win a football game, I’d even pelt round a muddy track in some godawful cross-country event back in the day (not sure about this now tbh). What I object to is the feeling of utter pointlessness and futility conjured by ‘adult’ exercise (and by adult I’m not meaning the internet term – I still like that). Running on a treadmill, going for a jog, doing some godawful circuit-training – why the hell do people do it? I’m bored within a few minutes, my body is continually asking the question: “why are we running, Gordon?” and my brain really doesn’t have a decent answer. There seems to be this determination in adult life to remove any form of competitiveness or similar motivation from physical activity. Maybe this is better for girls???
So, I suppose the point of this ranting post is that I’d like some solution where I can pursue exercise in which the need for continual self-motivation is mitigated by the desire to win or succeed and where I don’t have to continually lose to people who have nothing better to do than play sport more than I have time to or put up with mockney idiots (another reason i hate the gym, clubs, pubs, Watford, you get the idea…). A return to playground football with my friends would be nice – I am well aware that this formed the backbone of my extreme physicial fitness as a child – I’m also aware of the unlikelinesss of this coming about.
Maybe I should play paintball (rather too expensive for regular outings, I’m afraid). The last time I had a good exercise activity was when a friend organised the rest of my friends to play in the University 5-aside football league. We lost a lot. But when we won (or even scored) it was great – we played as a team and we all put effort in. Then we hung out afterwrads. And given we were rubbish (most of us weren’t even what you’d call active people at the time) we still finished mid-table and beat a team of chavvy neds on the way (that was a great game – they were all better than us individually, but we defended like hell and somehow managed to score enough goals through sheer determination. They even started playing dirty in the second half)
