There are times when this is a much simpler propositions than others. For most people, there will be occasions when the phrase ‘very tired’ just doesn’t cut it. I endeavour to get a decent amount of sleep, sometimes my body complies after I’ve thoughtfully put it to bed at a respectable hour. But fatigue that has crept its way into my bones. I’m possibly starting to worry people now, pretend I said one rather than me.
The point is (and sometimes I honestly do have one) that when you’re tired you don’t really feel like doing very much. Your greatest desire is to curl up somewhere warm and comfortable with a snuggly blanket and a book you can pretend to read while you slip into glorious slumber. And then some manic pixie insists on ruining your cuddly fantasy by popping up and spouting various buzz words about endorphins and active movement.
I dislike this aggressively cheerful camp leader as much as the next person but they may actually have something going for them. If you can somehow drag yourself upright and into an activity resembling exercise you may actually feel better. Or you’ll just sleep more easily once you’ve given into the tide of dreams. Either way, let’s get moving.
Running is out, you’d have to leave the house for that sort of nonsense and it’s really pretty cold outside. Sure, there’s some defunct exercise machine in the corner of your living space but dragging it out of exile would be exertion in and of itself. Besides, if you’re going to be forced into this sort of thing shouldn’t you try your best to make it some degree of fun? So bounce. Leap like you’re never leapt before like some kind of majestic gazelle. Jump until you forget why you started to do so in the first place and lose yourself in the momentum. But watch out for that doorframe, it looks a bit low.
Jump around – House of Pain