The Hotel Gym...

I really don't know how to follow my last post; it would appear grossing people out is the way to get you reading this blog!

I'm still trying to keep myself ticking over. The OH insisted on using the treadmills in the gym, rather than waiting for the tide to go out for an outdoor run. The gym here in Daytona has two treadmills, and they are not bad treadmills. It's just a pity that a) the air-con was set ridiculously high, b) the room stank, and c) I had the treadmill facing the painted wall. Oh, but it did have a clock.

Tomorrow, I'm going back outside.