Exercise escape ... the Diary of a Corona Kid (Week 4)

Be sure to collect your free egg and bog roll on the way out.

To those of you who know me, it will come as a huge surprise that I have decided to start a new exercise regime.

To those who don’t know me, I have jogged every day since one year of age and am a champion synchronised swimmer/Ninja warrior.

I apologise. This is, perhaps, ‘Fake News’.

Anyway, the truth is, I have actually started some keep fit stuff that normally only annoying Lycra-clad people do.

It was either that or be found in a chocolate-induced coma on Easter Sunday with a Mini Egg stuffed up my nose.

I went on a jog the other day. Well, I walked around and broke into a run whenever I saw somebody I knew in the distance.

I even picked up a few weights so that the next time I have to carry a school bag, I don’t fall over like a tortoise with a large shell.

Being an athlete can be challenging.

There is a strict timetable of walking downstairs followed by an intense sitting- down session when I watch a bit of This Morning.

They sometimes feature a workout session with a nice grandad from Scotland whose wife videos him doing some stretches and the odd squat, which you can join in with if you like less hip replacement-inducing exercise.

However, for those like me who love nothing more than a burpee next to the coffee table, there is Mr Joseph Wicks (pictured left).

He’s the Jamie Oliver of sport: bish bash bosh and next thing you know you’re in activewear sipping a kale smoothie.

Anyone got a bag of crisps?