I got up early. I took the dogs for a walk. The sun shone, the day was gorgeous.
By the time I got home, Boris was messaging me about some mistakes I'd made at work, but eventually, when I managed to get myself to the gym, I stopped answering. Nyr? Even if I have made a mistake, she's the manager, she can work it out. It's my day off, go away, I thought, as I gazed up the shorts leg, gazing at the red jocks, of a guy doing weights at the gym.
Work it out yourself.
I haven’t been to the gym for the last couple of days, oops. It’s a grind, I’m not enjoying it, really I’m not. I used to once, when I used to do it when I was younger, but not now. I call it the grim. I guess that doesn’t help, you know psychologically. Well it can’t, can it.
Just lately when I come back to my office chair, Milo is on it. It seems that I am now in competition for my office chair with him. And I am pretty sure the reason why is that Milo has realised it is one of the few places where the bulldogs can't get to him. The bulldogs bully him terribly, and now it is often the two of them teaming up, but bulldog legs aren't that long so they can't, actually, get Milo on my office chair, and he can hide in plain sight of them. But it means I am continually showing him off it.
It is so relaxing to lie out on the floor flat on your back. Your shoulders, your back, your calves, your mind, they all release.
When was the last time you lay out flat on the floor? A carpet angel. I bet it has been a while.
Try it. It is great.
Flat out is super relaxing. Almost instantly. There is just something nice about it.
Every part of you feels supported, kind of rare in modern life, perhaps.
The strong, hard floor, is somehow comforting, I have to say. (Like a tall, dark stranger)
It's solid, strength, permanence, powerful.
Parallel to the earth’s surface, feels like it does us some good. On the horizontal plane, it is a powerful therapy.
My personal trainer is over and I am now on my own with the gym. Even my workout app has stopped. I don't know why, I thought that, without really thinking about it at all, would continue, but no. I'm going to have to get a new work out app.
I've asked Sam if he could find me one, but he was, shall we say, less than enthusiastic about the idea. Seriously, I thought. Isn't that why you have an IT guy as a boyfriend to find you stuff like that? Surely that is true? A life truism? But he just looked at me and didn't engage at all. Twice. I asked him twice. But no. Blank.
At present, I am cycling back to previous weeks for my workout sessions. Not really idea.
Anyway, I guess I am perfectly capable of getting my own workout app? Hmmmmm? (Another truism, to be sure) Where to start?
Anyone know a good workout app?
