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I hated PE at school. I was one of the least desirable and wholly non-sporty gals. I looked longingly at the athletes in my year – Val, Gill, Helen. \u00a0They could catch, whack, sprint and win better than I ever could (or would).\u00a0I befriended one of them, hoping her goddess-like status would rub off. \u00a0<\/p>\n
It didn’t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sporty culture put me right off even getting started.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sports<\/p>\n
Competition<\/p>\n
Winning<\/p>\n
Match<\/p>\n
(still do in fact ?)<\/p>\n
Some feel the same about “exercise”. So here’s an idea. Stop calling it exercise.<\/p>\n
Find movement instead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Movement which makes you feel a bit better every day …. and just do that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lotsa love<\/p>\n
Noelle x<\/p>\n
PS \u00a0My “movement” back then was plentiful. It involved friends, animals, bicycles and the outdoors. \u00a0I haven’t changed much.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I hated PE at school. I was one of the least desirable and wholly non-sporty gals. I looked longingly at the athletes in my year – Val, Gill, Helen. \u00a0They could catch, whack, sprint and win better than I ever could (or would).\u00a0I befriended one of them, hoping her goddess-like status would rub off. \u00a0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":6528,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6521","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog"],"yoast_head":"\n