When I was 16 my arms were like two pale sticks attached to an anorexic snowman. I was painfully thin. It wasn’t my fault—I’m English. Dickensian-skinny is to the youth of England as childhood obesity is to America. I was completely free of the burden of things like fat or muscles. I had seldom lifted anything heavier than a suitcase, and had never felt the urge to lift said suitcase over my head as a form of exercise for any reason. I was a runner, and that was how I chose to exercise.
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As someone who is also incredibly pale, I feel you on this. Don’t worry – soon it will start raining all the time and the tan people are the ones who will look foolish. We’ll be prepared.
Always looking for kindred spirits. Thanks for reading and commenting, Eleanor.
Very good, you have a way with words. It helps knowing you, could see it doing this. pat
That my voice is also “my voice” is actually a great compliment to a writer. Thanks for reading, Pat.
Great, Matty! Try bike riding–I did, because while it looks like exercise, it doesn’t feel like exercise. Oops–just gave away my secret.
Thanks, Mike. I actually ride my bike everywhere, as I do not drive. So you’d assume I would be in great shape–but alas no…I guess I could give up drinking beer…Hahahahahaha! Not a bloody chance. Ooh, I crack myself up.