My intention of spending Sunday morning lounging on the couch and reading the paper were tossed out the window by my wife. She came into the room, stopped and assumed the hands-on-hips position which immediately indicated a certain impending doom. A few comments on the rotund state of my midsection and that in my current position I resembled a beached Manatee, meant my worst fears were confirmed. It was exercise time.
As it was a perfect day, it was decided by the powers that be that we should get outdoors and head to Albert Park as opposed to going to gym. This suited me perfectly. I have always disliked going to gym as it is full of women who can bench-press more than I can.
The plan was to "power walk" around the 4.7 km track which runs around the park. I don't mind "power walking" with my wife because, when compared to her, my legs are quite a bit longer. While she charges around working up a great sweat, I merely amble along, keeping up with her easily and taking in the scenery. It's important to remember that our wives, more often than not, are cleverer than we men and a well placed puff of exhaustion combined with an occasional wiping of the brow may be needed to complete the trickery.
Unfortunately for me, my wife is not easily fooled and caught onto my act early. Much to my dismay, she informed me that we would be working our entire bodies by making uses of the benches and bars placed around the track. This meant that sit-ups, push-ups, leg-lifts, chin-ups to name a few, suddenly came into the equation. I considered throwing myself into the lake to avoid any further exercise but the numerous black swans had just had their babies and would most certainly turn rabid if I came anywhere near them. So, rather than being torn apart, I accepted my fate.
Albert Park is really beautiful and worth a visit. There are plenty of activities to keep you busy. From running and walking to rowing and golfing, there is something for every level of athlete. Even for all the beached Manatees out there.