Working Out?

Hmmm, I’m really not sure how this one’s going to go. Anyway – up ’til now, my gym visits have always been after work – it’s been easier that way for a number of reasons, and also means that Herself and I meet up at the gym, and I don’t need to get the train home.

Today, though, I’m doing something different. I plan to go to the gym in my lunch hour. I must be fucking barmy. But we weren’t in the mood yesterday for the normal gym visit, and I figure that maybe I need to change something in order to motivate myself a bit more to go.

I’ve no idea how it’ll work out – in theory it’s a good idea, and should allow me to go more often while I’m here. And I might as well take advantage of not being in London, and instead still being at the original office. It’s just that, well, going to the gym in one’s lunch hour is just a bit, um, dedicated, isn’t it?

Updated : Well, actually it all went OK – a lot quieter than the evenings (hardly surprising, but all the same) and all went smoothly. No problems getting on to any of the machines, all done in 30-35 minutes, then grab some lunch, and back in the office on the dot of the hour. And yes, I know, I shouldn’t eat straight after a workout, but hey ho.