There is no fun way to exercise, according to my overweight, 60-year-old body. Unless typing is a calisthenic exercise, I doubt I can call any exercise fun. And yet …
I think fun exercises are ones where you don’t feel like you’re exercising. Walking is a great exercise if you have some place to go, like an ice cream parlor. Or if you’re bird watching. Someone is going to tell me that walking slow is not vigorous enough to be exercise, which means they want to turn walking into a less than pleasant exercise.
Playing sports is a fun way to exercise if you like competition and mastery and you’re good enough to not be a liability for a team. I am slow and painfully uncoordinated, and have not found the competitive sport that will not shame me. People get hurt when I play softball. I can’t even play miniature golf.
Gardening is fun exercise, if you have fun pulling weeds. I don’t. I garden because there’s food at the end of the process, and I plant unusual herbs just for the joy of tasting something most people don’t use fresh. The exercise is just an unpleasant side effect of bending down repeatedly to pull weeds.
My favorite exercise, in other words, is accidental.
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