Confession: Crabby is a Secret Swinger

  You can't really blame me, can you, after so many years?  So yeah, maybe I wanted to mix things up a bit. As I recall my first experience was on a lovely warm evening, after a glass of wine or two, accompanied by seductive music--what can I say? I couldn't resist! I thought the Lobster might think my proclivities were too, well, weird and embarrassing, but once I explained she was surprisingly accepting, even if she didn't often want to join me. And hell, now I'm shameless.  I'll do it in the morning, in a park, in broad daylight!  Even though technically what I'm doing there is against the park rules, but hell, what are the chances I'll get caught and punished? Yep, after years of keeping it respectable.... ...my long walks and furtive runs have gotten a LOT more fun now that I go ahead and sneak onto playground equipment when no kids are using it.  Yippee! And the swings are my favorite. Note: if I could entice the Lobster into "the lifestyle" to accompany me more often, this would be a picture of one of us flying happily through the air, and not a post-swing photo, but I'm still workin' on that. The Scene of the Crime Swinging is fun!  It hardly feels like exercise, yet I think it actually is.  It's even more blissful than when I was a kid, because back then they hadn't invented mp3 players yet. And bonus: due to the unfortunate childhood obesity epidemic, even some of the smaller swingsets now seem sturdy enough to accom...
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