nicholas's Journal

Somehow, I keep forgetting to stop and weigh myself. how convenient. The gym is a bit ridiculous right now. They have 3 parking lots--all packed. There's a line to get on a treadmill. Ah well, as the new year's resolutions fade from memory, the people will fade from the gym.

It's been storming here hard enough to keep me off my bicycle for a couple of days, and so I thought I'd use the aerobic machines, only to discover after a brutalizing hour spent with the treadmill, elliptical trainer, and stationary bicycle, that there are many different kinds of shape, and I'm not really in any of them.

Afterwards, I gingerly made my way down to the weight room, soaked from head to foot, for another hour.

Today I'm spent, but still eager. Strange how your mind/body begins to crave almost any routine you give it.