I’m back in the gym!

It will come as no surprise that I’m not in the gym now and in the pub. But I was in the pub yesterday and I may be later on. Have you seen the state of people (mostly men in) pubs? It’s enough to make me never want to drink again. Drinking doesn’t seem like a great long-term career choice. And the thing is that they don’t seem to slow down. They invest further in to the habit that got them in to such poor shape. That’s all they know, so that’s what they do.

Look a little deeper, and there will be a great story, even the odd super power. There always, or at least mostly is more to people than meets the eye. The beer damage is all to visible. None of which will happen to me though. Although, in my own way it has already happened. All I can do is accept the battle, whilst sitting in a pub, thinking about whether I’ll go to the gym later. I see no reason not to. All I need to do is walk for five minutes and I’ll be sitting on a rowing machine. It doesn’t matter if I’m there for ten minutes or an hour.

Joining the local gym again was intended to stop me stopping at the pub on my cycle home. All I can say to that is one step at a time. I haven’t failed. What has happened is a different outcome leading me to try and make sense of things here. Perhaps, even my easy effort yesterday was too much. I don’t know, but I know I’ll be back in the gym soon, because I haven’t given up yet. What I have is options. And options are a great thing, especially when they’re options of your own choosing.

Not writing about the obvious subjects I could have been writing about is why I started this blog in the first place. This won’t have been the first time I’ll have said this, but it’s worth repeating. It helps me step out of everyone else’s reality for a little while. I can imagine the time where I could have written a book. There’s nothing I can add that’s of any real value, but it works for me.

I think I’ll hit my word target, finish the last third of my beer, and go home. This place is too annoying with blokes talking over each other. I’m not going to end up like this, especially when these blokes seem to be in the pub from 1600 every day. And there’s beers after chess on Thursday, and then after work in the brewery on Friday. Life is all about ballance!