I didn’t have time for exercise. Still, I knew it, and so did my inner self. Having no time for exercise simply means having no time ‘that I want to spend on exercise’.
I knew it, but I just didn’t want to admit that I knew it.
However, people say things like “as you get closer to your grave, you need to build up lower-body muscles blah blah”.
So I started squatting. 100 squats are known to create an apple hip, but I was worried about the possible side effects of such a sudden high-intensity workout. I couldn’t take that risk for my own sake, so I compromised on 50.
50 squats were difficult at first, but over time, they didn’t get better. I did it anyway. With all those floating thoughts, I kept forgetting the count, so I finally timed the set and found that it took almost 2 minutes to finish.
2 minutes actually allow me to do slightly more than 50 squats, but what the hell.
Every morning, I set the timer for 2 minutes and do the squat.
My delusional mind gives me this fear of getting thighs like those of baseball players, but I keep doing squats.
I don’t have time for exercise, but since I’ve got 2 minuts…