Today, I am really stiff.  My leg muscles have tightened up to the point I don’t want to move from this computer chair – ever, and it’s made me realise just how unfit I am. Here’s what happened.

My autistic son loves trains, so yesterday I decided to take him and his brother to a nearby city to watch a circus performance.  I was assured when I booked the tickets over the telephone it was in easy walking distance from the station.  According to the booking clerk, it was about three-quarters of a mile.

Clearly he didn’t know the area because it was, infact, one and a half miles! 

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Exercise is clearly the secret to long life and in the past I have often used my age and lack of time as an excuse for not doing much.  The result is I am unfit and overweight, so hearing about Buster Martin who is almost twice my age has made me re-think my position.

This incredible man was born in 1906 and says he is too cantankerous to die. Currently he is training to run the London Marathon.

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I can honestly say I felt at my best when I was in my thirties.  I was physically, mentally and emotionally at my peak and firing on all cylinders.

Since then, it’s definitely gone down hill and I’ve lost plenty of brain cells and lean muscle.  I haven’t lost weight though as muscle has been replaced by fat – plenty of it.

Over the years it’s crept on.  I’ve gained a pound here, a pound there, but regrettably haven’t taken action to get rid of it straight away.  Now over the past twenty years those pounds have turned into stones, so no prizes for guessing what my New Year’s resolution was.

I watched a programme on tv over the festive period which was probably cleverly scheduled to prevent people from eating too much over the Christmas break.  It was about a poor man who had to lose 30 stone or risk dying.  He had reached the point where he couldn’t even get out of bed and his whole life was spent in the confines of his four walls.

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