and this is the part where sour graping makes me feel better: if someone looks as if he's spent a lot of time in the gym, he probably has. i do not have the good fortune of having the genes of either phil younghusband or daniel matsunaga or even aljur abrenica. but then again they probably cannot wiggle their ears as i can or recite more than a hundred lines of english poetry as i normally do. so fair is fair: i just can't have everything.
but i am not turning my back on the gym completely. i've just decided that paying on a monthly basis isn't wise financial planning, particularly if you end up using it only once a week: in the case of my lifestyle gym, that's about P800 per visit. there's a small gym in my building, and i am not averse to the idea of risking tetanus poisoning in a similar community-based gym where the scheme is pay-per-use. i hope there's one within biking distance. i haven't made many close friends at the gym, which is good because i wouldn't want to spend my visits there chatting and catching up. i'd rather just focus on my workout and get out as soon as i can so i can do other things.
lately though, "other things" excludes french classes and vigorous reading. i picked up michael ondaatje's "the english patient" (for the 3rd time i think) at the start of the year but got distracted by a couple of new TV shows on DVD. and i haven't managed to get registered for french classes even if they're for free. i've just been really "blazy": either too busy, or too lazy. but i've come up with a new fitness routine, something i've been faithfully doing since the beginning of february. that in itself deserves a separate entry.