Based on a mantra similar to this one, I started hitting the gym last month.
I hadn’t been in a gym for nearly two years, I’m ashamed to say. I was terrified, but I went anyway.
Three weeks later and I can both see and feel the difference my daily workouts are making. I can also feel the confidence I now have in my body. Not, necessarily, because it’s changed in any visible way, but more because I’m proud of what my body can do.
I go 5 days out of 7, for a full hour before work. Yes, I’ve overcome my hatred of early mornings too (well, almost).
I feel brand new. I feel amazing.
I love this map of Free London (via Londonist).
It reminds me why London is my favourite city and, also, why I often face paralysis of choice when deciding what to do!
The other day, I was forced to take a different (and much longer) route home from Charing Cross due to a person under a train and the resulting delays through London Bridge Station.
I grumbled, as did most others. Then I reflected that, in the grand scheme of things, I was lucky that I’d be able to make my journey home. Cue guilt at my earlier grumbles.
My walk to Waterloo Station, and the DLR link to my home station, took me to/through these beautiful places.