Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Opinion, Writing

The opposite of nimble

At my boxing class this morning, back after a one week’s hiatus for Easter, I felt the polar opposite of nimble. I groaned. I huffed. I puffed. But I went and I participated. I’m living life and feeling good. Muscles are stiff and achy, but I feel good.

Lest this post appears to be tainted with too lavish a dose of self-righteousness, please know that as I write, I am gobbling Easter eggs.

The Easter Bunny bought too many, you see.



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