Deluge – a flood or sudden downpour
I’m not a natural when it comes to exercise. In fact just looking at a pair of running shoes has me looking like I’ve been caught in a deluge, my hair is all messed up, my skin bright red and sweat pouring off me. Nothing sexy about that at all!
For me, exercise is all about routine. Getting my arse out the door is a chore but once I’m actually doing it, it’s not quite as bad as the thought.
It’s sold as a way of making you sleep better and increasing your libido. The former is certainly not true, in fact I find I sleep less because I’m feeling more pumped and energised when I get in. As for the libido, mine is usually sky high at the best of times, I’m not sure I’d notice if it increased any more! Do I get home from the gym wanting to wank or fuck, yes but also if I drove straight home from work I’d also want to wank or fuck so it’s no different.
I don’t get off on the exercise itself, I enjoy feeling better in myself and I enjoy the aches I get in the day or so afterwards. I find myself poking aching muscles the way I poke bruises.
However, my gym days are currently over, at least for a while. I have some injuries that need to be treated before I can exercise again. And that leads perfectly onto a different form of exercise…
Physio! If you thought I struggled to get my arse out of the house to do exercise, getting me to do my physio exercises are even worse. I don’t need to leave the house so why is it so hard? Well the sofa is far more inviting isn’t it!
I think what I really need is an exercise Dom, someone to push me into doing what I need to do and not let me get distracted by everything else. The only thing with that is after doing my exercises and ending up like I’ve been caught in a deluge isn’t exactly the sexiest look for them to get out of it either.