Every evening after dinner at
around 8:30, I would face my biggest challenge of the day – whether or not to
leave the comfy couch and go jogging in the park downstairs!
I am never a sports fan. I can’t
swim. I don’t cycle. I am a total loser when it comes to sports. But ever since
I turned 50, I have tried to coax myself into developing some sporting habits.
I attended yoga classes. As much as I understand yoga can increase my joint
flexibility, tone my muscles and even detox my internal organs, I only succeeded
to perform a few basic postures. Therefore, I quitted but I still practise the
postures that I have mastered and usually that is before the jogging.
This evening, I did jog, a habit
I have been keeping on and off three times a week for more than 10 years. What I
engage in is not strenuous running or the type of hard work in preparation for
marathon. For a duration of about one hour, I walk briskly at first and then
jog. Even in cold days with the temperature standing at below ten, I can sweat
And thanks to whoever it is above
looking down on me and taking care of me, I am physically quite fit for my age.
I maintain my weight at around 60 kg. I stand 1.67m. My weight does swing but
not too much. I stand upright and my shoulders are not bent though just this morning,
I slipped and bruised my left knee.
While I jog, I listen to my
favourite old songs undisturbed. It is perfect relaxation. Sometimes, I stop to
enjoy the beautiful harbor views watching the glittering ferries sail by. When
I finish my one-hour exercise, I feel so powerful and so energetic as though I
had accomplished a big task. My self-esteem is boosted. The “can-do” feeling is
indeed invigorating! And after a scented bath soak, I fall asleep easily and
But in the first place, I don’t always
succeed extracting myself from the couch!