Running And Biking In The Gym & Trying Not To Sweat Over Every Fucker On The Planet.
This is my first day off from the gym in 3 days.
I hadn’t went at all up until Sunday afternoon when I did 25km on the stationary bike.
The equipment they have down in Tottenham Easygym is pretty fucking impressive for the price. I’m paying £18 a month without a contract in London and the gym is only 3 minutes walk down the street.
Last night I did a 10km on the treadmill in 48:50 and it was pretty fucking difficult. I haven’t sweated that badly before. It was flying off my face and body onto all of the other machines and I could swear that people were rushing to get the fuck away form me.
I went into the Turkish 24-hour grocers at 5am this morning and apparently the guy who served me saw me there last night too.
“You were running and sweating.”
This is the man who also serves me my balanced diet of Pepparami and Zubr on dreadfully lonely weekend nights so I think he was surprised that I could walk let alone run.
I also went on the bike for half an hour and left a puddle of sweat beneath my saddle that made it look like I’d pissed myself. I think at some point within the next month I’m gonna be banned from Easygym so I’ll enjoy the fun whilst it lasts.
I ran outside for the first time this week at 6am.
I did 7.25 miles at an average pace of 8:55 min/mile which isn’t too bad. The shitty bit was that I got lost going over the bridge on Watermead Way heading towards Tottenham Hale. I thought I was on the wrong side of the road, saw the amount of traffic on the road and stopped altogether.
I then walked half a mile in the wrong direction only for it dawn on me that I was in fact on the right side of the street all along.
I was late for work because of this fuck up but fortunately they are the forgiving kind there.
Kentish Town never fails to amuse me with the antics of the alcoholics around there. I saw a man getting ticketed for openly taking a piss outside the London Forum at midday. He is the guy on the Highgate Road who is always sitting beside about 20 empty cans of Special Brew.
Quite a brave fucking move and good work sir.