Hardcore Double Gym Burnout (Blog 295)

My problems all started on Friday. I really wasn’t in the mood for going to the gym, but I decided it would be worse and certainly more boring if I stayed at home. Lying in bed watching TV is at least a bit of a waste of life. (And that’s coming from me, someone who thinks a short shopping trip in Kingston is something to get excited about. And it is, I’m planning another trip, soon). By waste of life, I mean TV at 6pm usual exercise time is pretty dull, unless you want to watch the news. Doing so is a little pointless for me as I check what’s happening every few minutes on the internet. It is strangely calming for me. e.g. ‘UK & Ireland abandon 2030 World Cup bid’, ‘UK & Ireland abandon 2030 World Cup bid’ ‘UK & Ireland abandon 2030 World Cup bid’, yeah that’s so good. Anyway, going to the gym makes you feel alive in the end right? What could the harm be in a hardcore one and a half hour session? Things were hard at first, but that’s almost always the case with me, so I stuck with it. However, things never really got any easier. Basically I felt like death because I was so exhausted. But a few more minutes couldn’t hurt right? Again, they so did. But a few minutes more wouldn’t be so bad? That was another bad decision. Eventually I saw sense and left, after about an hour and ten minutes. A fair bit of time, but twenty minutes of extra resting time is a fair amount of time too. :)

When I got home, I had a hot bath as I always do, this time in the hope it would relax me or at least make me feel normal, rather than contributing to the standard high. AGAIN, I certainly wasn’t feeling alive or relaxed. I was actually feeling cold and shivery. Shivering in a hot bath? That can’t be good. The next day I was feeling even worse, so I took my dad’s covid test. I didn’t have the virus! That meant I could go to the gym! :D Yes, yes, yes, I felt weak and basically terrible, but I wasn’t infectious. Swings and roundabouts. Of course coughing and sneezing on people is never good even if you don’t have the disease everyone is fearing today, but I wasn’t actually feeling ill. It’s hard to explain. So I won’t. No, actually I just did, I was feeling really weak and tired. There you go. Even better, I had a curry to look forward to later. (Yes, I would be eating on my own, but it’s still fun. In a way it’s better even, in that I get to choose any other simultaneous activities, such as watching a TV program of my choice. Bangin’. To be specific, I watched the second half of School of Rock, the part where the ‘teacher’ is revealed to be a fraud. I’ve written similar sketches, but arguably I took them to a whole new level. A crazy level, a worse level even, but it was new).

On Sunday, I still wasn’t feeling too great (as hinted at in an earlier interview, I struggle with problems of taking it to the max), but that day is my gym free resting day and my brother’s family would be visiting, so hopefully, I would be feeling better soon. Nope. Well, I was feeling a bit better, but certainly not good. But on the plus side, it’s all relative isn’t it? If I was feeling such a way in my schizo days, I’d be on top of the moon, relatively speaking! Great times, let’s party! (Oh yes and on the subject of partying, people are mad at Boris Johnson for having illegal parties, but what do people expect? It’s the conservative PARTY, isn’t it? Are the Labour party any better? I would say ‘if so, why?’) Much of the visit wasn’t particularly blog worthy, I just had to make sure my dogs didn’t go OTT and bite the kids in a way the former perceive as ‘friendly’; I watched some motocross videos, where the riders fell off in funny ways; and everyone admired my three year old niece’s impressive maths skills. 7+ 3 is indeed 10. Tough numbers!

To end the day, I had a glass of wine, but in a way that continues the trend, really I needed a pick me up rather than a relaxer. Actually, you can never be too relaxed right? (At home, I mean. Obviously you can’t drink and drive I know that). Apparently many German soldiers fought battles whilst high on crystal meth, but again, it’s a pick me up (to put it mildly) so I guess it works. Rather an over alert army that a lazy and indifferent one, right? I guess if the Germans were drunk, they could get mad at each other and end up shooting themselves. Actually that must have happened when they were high too, right? Quite a strange thing to watch for the allies, I’m sure. It’s now Monday, and I’m planning on going to the gym later! As I’m not working out on Tuesday, rather I’m living it up in London instead, maybe I can afford to take it to the max again. My mental and physical health seems to have completely recovered in fact. That’s all there is to say I think. Better get writing my next short story. In the meantime, you can check out my work with site the-independent-voice.org, and read my various black metal jokes. Bye!