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Sunday sunday. Didn't go out last night, arrived back home late and… - Echoes of Flavio's Ghost Dreaming
Sunday sunday. Didn't go out last night, arrived back home late and tired and couldn't face leaving the house again -and with no Tube running this week-end up this branch of the Northern line. So slept nine hours and had vivid technicolor (r) dreams. One excellent lesson this morning, then going to the dreaded gym, lessons away later for which I'll have to take the car, because of the Tube not running thing.

I still hate that gym with a passion. Hate the music, don't like the posers, or the young people that give you that cold fish look like asking 'why are you not dead yet', or the old people with that vacant look like they are pretty much dead yet. But then I have to remind myself that I probably have cast the same sort of cold fish glance at people and probably do look to some of those young people like I ought to be dead by now (like that snatch of conversation overheard as I was leaving the flavhaus yesterday, young couple, woman going on "... because some fucking sixty year old is there and think they deserve it..."). Hm. I reckon I've been on both sides of the fence on that one -and back again. Whatever.

In any case, I may hate the gym but I can see it's good for me so I keep going. It's more complex to explain why I don't go to the swimming pool as often as I would like to. That may go into another conversation.

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red_woman_red From: red_woman_red Date: January 29th, 2013 08:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
music in gyms is generally awful. i am very very lucky now, the gym im going to is quite new and the music there is bearable and most of all, quiet enough to listen to your own music.
dont worry about what other people say. never mattered, will never matter.
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