I’m a very active sort of person. Boundless energy. Well, I was. I’ve come to terms with the fact that snowboarding this winter is probably out (you’ll notice I say probably; I probably haven’t comer to terms with it at all…), but I was wholly unprepared for the effect a gentle Sunday walk would have on me today – just fifteen minutes in, and I’m panting, hanging on to the fence and trying to work out who to call to come and fetch me. Only I’m in the middle of a field with no vehicular access. Stretcher maybe… Disturbed by my useless lack of stamina, I continue, managing an hour in total after a rest, but only on the flat. Must try harder. No! I’m having twins; extreme fatigue is allowed. Rewarded myself with a good 2 hours slumped in front of low-grade telly for my skill and effort.
And I can’t even do a single chin-up any more, even if I wanted to.