A writer's gym

[dotinthesky]

He wakes up early, when it's still dark, determined to visit his gym. Light breaks through the horizon when he leaves his tower block at 7am.

He takes East London's canals, following the coots and cyclists down the litter-strewn paths. The foxes must have had a wild party the previous night.

He arrives at the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park: his gym is a solid copper box surrounded by cranes, a beckoning giant in the distance.

He carries everything on his self – protein shake, gym clothes, toiletries, towel, shoes, work clothes, weight lifting gloves, iPhone, earphones – everything but his membership card.

Comments

[rockingthemike.livejournal.com]

He carries everything on his self –protein shake, gym clothes, toiletries, towel, shoes, work clothes, weight lifting gloves, iPhone, earphones – everything but his membership card.

i can't tell you how often that's happened to me. tip; make friendly with the front desk staff to the point where they know you by name... then the card thing becomes less of an issue. ;)

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Problem is that the gym card is also the key for the locker! So I'd have to put my bag somewhere in the gym area if I didn't have my card...

[rockingthemike.livejournal.com]

now that's fancy (no sarcasm)!

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's pretty good! Saves me time having to remember coins, etc. (But now I need to remember the card itself...)

[millionreasons.livejournal.com]

A pity that your going to the copper box and my cycling past the copper box on my way to work don't coincide (I'm much later).
Enjoying your SLJM posts!

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Cheers! And how have you been enjoying your bike rides to work? Have you got used to them now?