Back to the gym

“The room door opened, and Mrs Waterbrook, who was a large lady – or who wore a large dress: I don’t exactly know which, for I don’t know which was dress and which was lady – came sailing in.”

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

Back to the gymI’m sorry to keep coming back to Dickens, but this one was a priceless nugget under a pile of clippings which I have fished out on the auspicious occasion of my return to the gym.

I also love a giggle and thought you might like this description.

For a very good reason, I’ve spent the last month and a bit putting my feet up and tenderly allowing my body to rest. Though just over a month, it felt more like 3 months – so much has happened personally, building-wise, at work and French (did I mention that I’m learning French?), I can hardly conceive of it being only about 5 weeks long.

In the words of Vizzini (The Princess Bride): “Inconceivable!”

So, to gym we went so that I don’t need to purchase a large dress. It is pitiful how unfit I have become in such a short time, but I did it. I was told once by a PE teacher that the longest distance is between the sofa and the door. Never a more true word was said.

3Km. 32 minutes. A sore knee. An endorphin filled brain. A good night’s sleep. An almost happy heart. Certainly hopeful.

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