So, this is me...The Gym-Going Man.
Woohoo.
Went again this morning. Hated it again this morning. Hurt me like the Marquis de Sade on crack again this morning.
Came home for porridge again this morning.
On the other hand, had enchiladas again this evening, so the world's not entirely a pit of agony, misery and aching muscles.
Weird thing - I kind of expected to be seeing results after the first "hard-gym" session. Didn't particularly get them, I don't think. After the second one, didn't particularly expect results...
Still didn't get them, as far as I know.
Tomorrow begins an extended stint in London. Not quite sure how to cope with that - feels like a holiday from routine, but isn't, really.
Ach, we'll see. Now - off to choir, then must pack...toothbrush, onesie (did I mention, I now own a onesie? (shudders)), suit, laptop...gym kit, dammit, cos according to Wendy's regime, I should come out of a conference Tuesday evening and go row my ass off...Mmmm...feel the agony...
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