Back to the Gym! (Blog 227)

Today, I’ll be going to the gym for the first time in about 4 weeks. It may well be the case that it won’t be interesting in any shape or form, (actually that’s what I’m expecting) especially as I’m waiting to get my albums of the month to review for the Independent Voice - my mind has switched to music mode, meaning fun mode has been turned down. In fact, it’s quite possible this blog won’t even make any sense, because of that. In the upcoming paragraphs, expect something like ‘the rhythm on the hiking machine is in 4/4 time in fluctuating tempos,’ and expect me writing nothing but a long list of BPMs. ‘That’s terrible, I feel so bad for you’, you say? Yes, but if I don’t switch mindsets, in my serious music reviews, I’ll just blog and talk about my life, which needless to say, would be inappropriate. As in ‘AC/DC’s new album reminds me of running. I’m going running today. Unless the machines are out of order, which they might be. They were fine last time, though’. It’s ok, I know that would be a bad review. You don’t have to try and make me feel better, I know. You also don’t have to remind me that writing style would get me black listed. I can only imagine the emails that would be exchanged. Let’s face it, some - if not all - would just say ‘Why in God’s name are you working with such a person?’

So why am I writing this blog? Basically, because I don’t know what else to do. Inspiring, right? I suppose I could do another joke review, but I finished one a couple of hours ago and am fresh out of ideas. These are the kinds of ideas I’m having right now: ‘I’m listening to R.E.M. I think that stands for Rapid Eye Movement. But maybe it should stand for Really Ennoying Men. But they’re not annoying. They are men though, lol!’ Sure first drafts are never perfect, but that wasn’t so good. Again, I know. I am listening to R.E.M. right now though, so at least I haven’t gone mental and made a serious mistake. I mean, I’ve never listened to a band and been confused about what I was hearing. I may have been irritated or disgusted in the way I am with ultra sentimental indie music, (only joking I like it) but never confused. Woo. Anyway, today I have an empty plastic bottle in my car ready for filling with water and for working out. When I got my MOT done, the workers either thought they were doing the right thing and disposed of the same kind of apparent rubbish OR they’re very petty thieves. I really do hope it’s the former.

Changing the subject (because there’s really nothing else to say), earlier today I was in a bit of a shock when all the files disappeared from my site! Like a true expert, however, I saved the site again and everything went back to normal. See the logic there? That’s not something I could make a short story of as it would clearly be TOO short, but the drama? It couldn’t have been more intense. I have absolutely no clue why everything disappeared; at the time, I was concerned it was because I changed the colour of one of my fonts. I was thinking ‘Wow, my site really had some strong opinions about that’, and whilst that may sound ridiculous, I did change the whole design of my site by changing fonts once… So y’know, who knows what could happen. Sure I must have looked like a huge narcissist to those working at Wix when I checked my pages over and over again to make sure everything was fine, but it was worth it for the peace fo mind. Anyway, time to go to the gym!

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I’m back; time to gym blog!: On the first bit of equipment I used - the hiking machine - I was thinking ‘Oh my God, I’m on fire, this is much easier than my exercise bike!’ Then after about thirty seconds I thought ‘Actually no this is harder.’ A bit of a downer, but I’m all about feeling the burn. Then I did some running and after another crucial thirty seconds, I was thinking ‘Why am I out of breath? This used to be my favourite form of working out...’ Then I got more into it, balancing things out. I actually ran a total of 15 minutes, meaning my knees are healing nicely. I used to only be able to do 3 before feeling pain. Stupid feeble knees. Well no more! As predicted earlier, that’s all I have to say, really. I’m grateful for the few sentences I got out of my extra-limited experiences. When I got back, I treated myself to a nice warm bath. Quite necessary, as for whatever reason my clothes smelt a bit like sick. I sure didn’t sick on them, maybe someone else did, I don’t know. And then I had an M&S pizza. I always find the instructions on the boxes tell you to burn the food to a crisp, so I apparently undercook by about 4 minutes. Hopefully I don’t have any maggots or worms living in side of me, but that’s the risk you have to take for truly tasty pizza.

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So, it’s now the day after the gym and I’m proof reading. Now I’m done. That’s it. Bye!