There’s one thing I do regularly and that’s my morning walk; an hour a day keeps the doctor away I believe, but this morning I got to realize it also keeps the bad mood away!
I didn’t get up early this morning, didn’t put on my jogging suit, didn’t make it to the park, and my wretched phone it hasn’t stopped ringing ever since:
“Bob what happened to you?” asks friendly, well- meaning voice. I feel guilty like, so I am nasty and reply: “Isn’t it documented that for every mile you jog, you add one minute to your life?”
“Yes,” says same well- meaning friend.
“This enables me at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at Rs 5,000 per month?” I reply testily.
I hear the phone being put down quietly.
The next call comes within the next minute, “Hi, ” I ask, “are you calling about not seeing me exercise today? If so my grandmother started jogging five miles a day when she was 60. She’s 97 now and we don’t know where she is!”
There is silence at the other end and then some heavy breathing as she tries to stifle her laughter, “The only reason I took up jogging, “I continue as I hear her giggle, “is so I can hear heavy breathing again!”
For some time there aren’t any more calls, then my friend Kumar, he calls, “Bob,” he says innocent like, “Why don’t you join a health club like I’ve
done?”
“I joined a health club last year,” I tell him, “spent 4000 bucks. Haven’t lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up there!”
“Okay!” says Kumar not too happy with my wise cracks, “Why don’t you exercise at home then?”
“First of all my friend, “I tell him, “I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I’m doing, and secondly if God meant me to touch my
toes, he would have put them higher up my body!”
Kumar bangs the phone down, but the ruddy thing rings again.
“You were not there to walk today?” asks this feller who always sits near the water cooler pretending he’s run the marathon.
“I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me,” I tell him nastily.
“You’ll get flabby thighs!” he laughs squeaky like.
“You have flabby thighs too,” I snap, “but fortunately your stomach covers them!”
“You know something,” says my wife seeing me grouchy and grumpy, “You can always jog in the evening since you skipped your morning run.
“I don’t jog in the evening,” I say crossly, “because it makes the ice jump out of my glass!”
The phone hasn’t rung since and the wife she hasn’t come into my room and it suddenly strike me how much me skipping me exercise it affects me mood.
“Hey Bob,” I tell me self and start grinning again, “The advantage of exercising every day is you die healthier..!”
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