Restrictions Training
After another stage of restrictions were lifted today I returned to the gym for some non-essential weight lifting.
On arrival, I queued outside with the other gym members and we took turns to enter. There was hand sanitizer at the door, and arrows on the floor to follow to navigate. The music on the sound system was upbeat, but I looked on distrustfully at the other gym members, who gave me exaggerated berths with mirrored looks on their faces in return.
The rower I wanted was unavailable so I had to use a weird one with no screen. I'd planned to bench press afterwards but they were out of benches. I later saw a guy with two.
Basically gym in June feels like grocery shopping in March.
If you like Bradism, you'll probably enjoy my stories. You can click a cover below and support me by buying one of my books from Amazon.
The woman with the fake tan stepped into my office, sat across from my desk and lit a cigarette.
At least, she would, sometime in the next 20 minutes. Smelling the future has advantages, but precision isn’t one of them.