thinking back...

Happily enough, I was not exactly a couch potato when I was a kid. I used to play a spot of cricket and although nothing to set the pitch on fire, the running drills and the physical workouts were enough to lay the foundations for a fit body which, even if a little rusty after more than a decade of inaction, could be coaxed into action after the resumption of a physically demanding schedule. Thus you can take heart if you indulged in a bit of ‘action’, even if it was eons back.

Last year, when I decided to take a break from work to complete my master’s, I wasn’t exactly ship shape. In fact far from it, I was tipping the scales at over three digits! Suddenly I was conscious of this ugly fact and badly wanted to do something about it. The first attempt to break inertia was painful to say the least as I suffered from a bad bout of ‘abdominal stitch’. That ensured that I stayed away from the treadmill for a while...and any suggestion to ‘hit the open road’ would have met with such an expression of incredulity from yours truly that would have rivalled an effort from any thespian that you can think of. The road to redemption, at that point in time was still as far away as one could imagine...