the corner office

a blog, by Colin Pretorius

One of those days

I'm supposed to be on leave to catch up on my mountain of overdue assignments. I got home from gym this morning, sat down at my PC and spent the rest of the day dealing with work stuff. It's after 4 already. Goes to show, I suppose, I can run but I can't hide.

Gym... first time back after nearly 2 weeks. I think I know myself by now... without a personal trainer, I'd never go to gym, full stop. So I coughed up for another batch of sessions with Warren. I just tell myself all the money I'm saving by not buying smokes each month helps pay for it. That's not entirely true. It would be cheaper to smoke. And life would be a lot more enjoyable. For now, at least.

Anyway, I have chosen the High Road and must stick with it. This does not change the fact that hyperextensions suck. Oddly, I always dreaded the idea of super-circuit running between exercises, but apart from the puffing and wheezing, it's not bad. It actually helps to spread the pain all over your body so each set of repetitions of whatever it is you're doing becomes less dreadful.

It was good to be back, though. One gets to recognise the regulars - the hardcore mofos and the posers and preeners and the little old ladies, and of course the gymbods who make everyone else look bad. I've also noticed that my trainer tends to go into drill instructor mode whenever we're near one of these gymbods. I was quite tempted to go up to one auntie today and just say 'listen lady, won't you please just sod off for half an hour so I can get through this session alive?'

{2004.05.25 15:26}

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