The GymI closed the email tab and forced my attention on my surroundings, taking note of the patio with its arrangement of potted plants and wrought-iron furniture and wall décor. Charming surroundings, and there was nothing to be gained from reliving the past. The same memories, along with the same feelings, resurfaced like unwanted and long-buried garbage dug up by a spirited garden fork aroused into action by a wandering mind.
After a short while, I returned to the matter in hand: my fitness, or lack thereof. Locating the nearest gym was the easy part. I found a suitable establishment in Puerto del Rosario, situated near the port, down a side street not far from the main drag. Even navigating my way into the heart of the island capital was not as onerous as I thought it might have been
