And just what I needed, a bit of honest advice. Will do, watch for the updates and thanks for the truth. It is ever so easy to find a million excuses to not do something, maybe you need a trip down South and standing outside my window will give me the incentive I need...I'll shame you right now. You're doing what I did for years: looking for excuses not to.
Don't want to walk a dog. Don't have the time for a bike. Can't make the time. Not feasible, etc. etc.
Bollocks. You're looking for reasons why not to, rather than reasons why to.
I'll give you two reasons right now. Daniel and me. One massive stroke, one major heart problem. If both of us can do it, then you can fucking do it before you end up like we have: dealing with the result rather than the problem.
Get off your fucking arse and do it Ade. You don't want to be where Daniel is now, and you don't want to be where I narrowly avoided.
I spent fifty plus years as a lazy twat believing that being six foot two, playing a bit of sport and being built like a brick shihthouse meant I was fit and unbreakable. I wasn't. And I'm not. Fucking get out of that chair or car seat and fucking get on with it.
I'd be happy to visit you in hospital, but I don't want that to be the option.