Monday, February 27, 2017

any excuse to enter a hotel

TV topics I browsed during half an hour on the cross-trainer at the gym:

* Norwegian relationship advice
* Over-moist pasta
* Sheepdogs who sheep-surf
* Whining hockey wives

Actually, it wasn't half an hour. It was 28 minutes exactly. Then I stumbled off to find the nearest café.

Tiny and windowless is the gym I go to nowadays. Hidden away in the middle of a large hotel. I enjoy walking through the airy lobby in my not-so-posh gym attire, past theatre-goers and foreign businessmen. I like the quiet emptiness of the gym, the daytime TV and the possibility of meeting foreigners.

I cross-train anxiety and worry and try to learn how to breathe again.

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