“It sure is muggy today,” I tell Mr B, as I pull back the curtains to welcome the day.
I can tell immediately
that he is in good form: “I thought you said it was Tuggy ,” he says, “which makes tomorrow Weggy and the next day Thuggy...” I have to laugh. No, I mean it - I really do have to laugh. Appreciation of well-worn jokes is a key factor
in our long relationship.
My Grandad, bless him, had a repertoire of four or five jokes, the telling of which he rotated so that they were on a kind of perpetual
Comic Cycle. One concerned the coal man who, after climbing several flights of stairs to reach my Grandad’s top floor flat, would gasp: “Where’s your coal bin?” To which Grandad would reply: “Well, it was in my throat, but now
it’s gone to my chest...” Geddit?
Then there was the running joke about taking care when eating marmalade, on account of the fact that it would
cause smoke to come out of your ears. Honestly, I believed that for years. I have to say, though, that it was a mark of the affection with which we all held our Grandad that we always laughed uproariously at his jokes as if it were the first time of telling,
rather than the umpteenth. That’s love for you.
However, I digress (though, let’s face it the Daily Blog is generally one long digression, it’s
part of its charm. Or so I keep telling myself - and you.) My concern about the mugginess of the day was directly related to the fact that Tuesday (or should we say, Tuggy?) sees my weekly date at beautiful Longcroft Park to meet up with others of a Great
Age who are, like me, practising to Run The One. For anyone who has arrived late to the party, Run The One is an initiative by a charity called Independent Age which is encouraging participants to work towards walking, jogging or running a Celebration Mile
on July 21st and, in doing so, hopefully raise some money for the charity. We are encouraged and supported by our trainer, Cheery Chris, who each week challenges us to walk, jog or run a little further than we did the previous week.
Over the several weeks I have been in training I have battled rainy, windy and chilly weather. This is the first time I have had to deal with muggy and I am not sure my old body is up for it. Just
walking to the shops and back wore me out. Should I go? I asked myself - but Myself scolded me roundly and told me (I) not to be a wimp and (ii) I couldn’t let Cheery Chris down. I always listen to Myself, I find the advice I dispense is always exactly
what I need to hear and therefore definitely worth the taking.
Last time I trained at Longcroft Park, I was the only participant, so was treated to a one-to-one
session with Chris. Today there are five of us, all but one wearing our Independent Age tee-shirts so that we looked like a Proper Team. Though we do all agree that the tee-shirts are quite, well, warm. We also agree on the mugginess of the afternoon and wonder
how we will fare when we start exercising.
It’s a strange thing, though, but somehow Being In It Together helped us through. Not one of us dropped
out of the session, exhausted by the heat, and we all completed the requisite number of circuits. My Tardy Tortoise status meant that every one of my companions lapped me at least once and by the time I finished each set of five circuits, everyone else was
rested and ready to go on the next five. My Dodgy Knees have a lot to answer for...
We finish the session, as always, with a few stretching exercises. Apparently
there are two main muscles in the calf but Cheery Chris confesses she can’t remember what they are called.
“Tom and Jerry!” I suggest.
“Bill and Ben!” says Roz, at exactly the same time.
everyone, but everyone, love a Joker?