Giving Kids A Sporting Chance

I’m no athlete. No sprinter, leaper, kicker, shooter, no no, not me. Sure, I’ve had periods in my life where I’ve worked my body into a shin-splinted ball of muscle. I’ve been variously addicted to netball, surfing, volleyball, swimming, aerobics, weight-lifting, yoga and pilates – in that order, but these sessions have always been short-lived.

It hasn’t taken me long to slip into a self-imposed sabbatical from exercise – usually at a time when I’ve probably needed its stress-busting, mind-numbing effects the most. Post-love affair. Post-loss-of-my-mother. Post-children. Mid-overworkload. Mid-choc attack.

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