THE NEXT MORNING SEEMED to last for seventeen thousand hours. I caught up on my laundry, cleaned the bathroom, chewed each mouthful of my salad sandwich forty times and I was still ready half an hour before I needed to leave. I paced the lounge room floor for eleven minutes and nineteen seconds until I gave up and drove to the base gym.
I scanned my ID card, grabbed my towel and drink bottle from my sports bag then dumped the bag on the shelf outside the cardio room. I wasn’t in the mood for weights, today. I forced myself through a couple of weights sessions per week but cardio was more my style. There was someone using one of the exercise bikes in the far corner but all the other machines were free. Cross trainers, rowing machines, treadmills and a reclined bike right up the back.
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