Monday Gym Day

It is a bloody gorgeous day today, it is just sparkling out side.

I pissed about all morning, before I took myself off to the gym. 

The fat, sweaty guy who glistens with moisture was on the exercise bike to me. He really looks like the excess hair Gell he applied to his black hair melts and runs down his face. He puffs and pants and grunts and wheezes, ugh. Good thing I have music to drown him out.

There was a 20 something guy dressed all in black who was on all fours in the middle of the gym with his arse in the air. What can I say?

Who should walk in just as I am dissolving into a bag of sweat on the exercise myself, but Charlie. It was a surprise to see him coming up the stairs, well, not so much a surprise as a mind shift seeing someone where you never expect to see that person. You know what I mean? Of course, he is still glued to his phone even in the gym so he doesn't see me.

I go over and chat between exercises. He says he changed gyms recently. I kept exercising and I lost track of him. My gym has a predominately free weight area downstairs, I assume he went down there.

The sun was shining down beautifully when I came back outside, all sweaty. It was a nice day. Later, I wore shorts for the first time this year. I like it, in fact, I tend to like it so much I hate it when I have to put long pants back on when the weather turns cold again.

It felt good. The sun, and the gym. I felt worked out, and the warmth. I like the days I like the gym. I just need to learn to like getting ready for it, which is not always the case. I like it when I am there. Earphones. Music. Ignore everyone else.

I'm still on holidays.

I walked the dogs in the afternoon.