Me and exercise have a tumultuous relationship.
When I was at school, I used to hate physical education (P.E.). The inconvenience of having having to lug around an extra bag containing my P.E. clothes, and the even greater inconvenience of changing in the middle of the day, and then again, changing back. And the sweat? I’m really not a big fan.
Plus I’m not good at it. I still remember the first P.E. lesson I had in Australia. We were going out bike riding. I was looking forward to it because I loved riding bikes, and hadn’t had a chance to ride one in England. It was a thirty degree day and I had just moved to Australia from London, where it had been snowing. My last day of school there was cancelled because it had snowed too much. Needless to say, I was not prepared for the intense heat of the Australian summer. Within the first half hour, I started to feel dizzy and faint. It didn’t help that I was also wearing a jumper that was only meant to be worn in the winter. I had to stop for a while and walk back slowly with the student teacher.
It was uncomfortable doing a subject I wasn’t good at. And so, when I got to year eleven, and I could choose what I wanted to study, I stayed well away from P.E. In fact, I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t do any kind of physical activity until I was well into my masters degree.Read more »