Okay, back to the gym today. Sam has been nagging reminding and I guess the time has come to shake off my malaise about Brun dying and get back into life.
I so don't want to, I can assure you, but that is how I always feel when I am getting back to it after having time off.
None of us want to go to the gym, not really. But none of us want to be fat and to drop dead early, now do we, so we do what we do.
Anyway, I'm getting up and going. No, I am. I am. Watch me. I'm going now.
Once I get back into it, it isn't nearly so bad, I mean, fuck me, there are even days when I enjoy it.
Sorry Brun, I can't stay in morning for you forever, my lovely, sweet, teddy bear of a pooch, who I miss with every fibre of my being every second of the day. I love you snuffly, and I will never forget you. Oh, Jasus! Tears in my eyes again.
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