Gym Renovation Blues

'It started out with a kiss how did it end up like this?' - Mr Brightside, The Killers.

I have a little habit.

Ok, it's a big habit. I'm a gym addict.

I go almost every day and skip very rarely.

I have a personal trainer. Everyone knows who I am. I get my coffee served to me as I walk into the cafe. You know how it is.

But here's the kicker. The fitness (cardio and weights) section of the gym is closed for the next three days.

It's CLOSED people.

I am going to DIE.

I went tonight for my appointment with my trainer. Actually, I went twice today. Once this afternoon for 45 minutes of running and then this evening for the 'let's make you know that you have abs and glutes' workout.

Also known as the 'let's make Ash do so much heavy exercise that her pants fall down' (yes, really).

Tomorrow it's closed!

I could sauna, sure.

I could do a class, sure.

The thing is, I like the solitary, yet comradely thing of working out on a treadmill in a room full of other people punishing themselves equally as hard.

I don't like classes. I have little coordination and I'm always going right while everyone else goes left.

Plus, I like to listen to my own very loud music on my own shiny little ipod. (Yes, you can click the links in the lyrics at the top of each entry, they're meant to be your soundtrack.)

Expect me to be grumpy.

Very.