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One of the secret silver linings of having children is using them as an excuse for not doing stuff you don’t want to do. Want to leave the party early? Sorry, the kids need to get to bed. Don’t feel like leaving the house? Kids are acting up. Don’t want to go to the gym? Sorrynotimegotkids.
For me, going to the gym is a bit like camping. I’m super keen to camp. As long as there’s wifi and a TV and, like, a five star hotel at the camping site. I’m not fussy, I swear, I just don’t like sleeping on the floor or eating stuff with dirt on it or being outdoors.
Similarly, going to the gym sounds amazing. I just don’t want to touch other people’s sweat, or smell sweat, or sweat myself. I’d really prefer it if I could just watch TV, drink wine and let the kids run around while my bum magically hikes itself back up to where it used to be. Have I mentioned I don’t gym?