Tuesday, February 2, 2010


One would think that after having lived with cancer, my primary motivation for working out would be for health reasons. However, it isn't, strangely as it may sound. I'm not ashamed at all to admit what really gets me going is pure vanity. When my legs start resembling some shivering heaps of jelly, I'm off to the gym in a flash!

Me to the physioterapist: My feet are killing me. Are we done soon?

Oh...oops..you know it's time to give it a rest when your legs no longer can keep up with the treadmill....

Managing - barely - to stay on...


  1. Ah, yes, it's always embarrassing when the treadmill spits you off the back! Been there, done that :)