(All photos taken from Pinterest HERE)
I don't mind telling you i HATE exercise. I like moving don't get me wrong. In fact i can't bear to sit still. But the thought of any kind of exercise class leaves me running in the opposite direction. At least it would if i COULD run. I once tried and damaged my legs so much that i had to get the bus down the road to work each day and go down any kind of stair on my bottom for two whole weeks. True story! Turns out you need the correct shoes and a vague idea of how to warm up before you launch yourself head first into running.
And that's also not my forte: PATIENCE. If i want to do something i want to do it yesterday. It's not something that always works in my favour but it does mean i get stuff done (usually whilst inflicting various kinds of BUMPS and bruises to limbs). I suppose i am lucky as in most cases (if we exclude walnut whips and chocolate. Oh and coffee or carrot cake) i prefer to eat healthy. I enjoy my fruit and veg and i'd quite happily exist on nuts, seeds and healthy meats and fish. But all through my life i have longed to find the right exercise. I am not naturally slim or toned and i need to move to stay fit and healthy - or at least to feel that way. I grew up never dieting but always yearning to find and exercise that i loved. It never came. Until three years ago i decided to get a bike.
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We had always had bikes growing up but i had never considered it in an EXERCISE sort of a way. From the moment i rode those two wheels again i was HOOKED. Something clicked inside and i was away. Not only can i hop on Willow (that's my bikes name by the way. She is a mint green Pashley Penny pushbike and as she has become such an important part of my life i had to name her you see) at a moments notice: no silly stretches, clingy lycra anythings or shout-y gym instructors.