Tuesday I returned to the gym for the first time in months. I had stopped going end of February when the Covid pandemic started. I trained at home, HIIT and bodyweight and I also stopped going to the swimming pool. It’s closed until November anyway, for renovation.
I love training with machines. I would love to be a cyborg myself. Like Gunnm, Battle Angel Alita. Change a limb, change an organ, update my brain. A ghost in the shell, but a solid one, not this ridiculous fleshsuit.
I still make heads turn at the gym and I’m almost 50. I really enjoy that, because I’m such a fucking narcissist. But I don’t talk to anyone, I just stare at people. I wear a mask anyway, so they don’t see my smirk.
I worked out for 1,5 hours on Tuesday and another 1,5 hours on Wednesday and now I’m deliciously sore. I’m still skinny as fuck but I want to build more muscle.
I have abs of steel and my squat technique has been on point for at least a decade. I could totally be a fitness instructor. But I would probably hate it because it involves people.
On Wednesday I ran into two friends at the gym. I didn’t know what to say. When I train, I disappear, like when I’m driving. It’s like meditation, I concentrate on my breathing and I count my reps, talking to myself. I probably look like a total lunatic but I don’t care. OCD is pretty useful for working out because the compulsions make it extremely efficient. I love looking good naked. I need some new nude pics, because it’s been a while.
And it’s been awhileStaind
Since I’ve seen the way
The candles light your face
And it’s been awhile
But I can still remember
Just the way you taste