the gym

mood: languid.
state i'm in: sharing the moon.
tune: lovestation 'teardrops' (joey negro 12" mix).


i really like going swimming. i actually quite dislike going to the gym; i find it quite unpleasant. when one goes to the gym, he has to accept an extreme imposition upon his mood.

whilst on the way to them gym, i may be in one of many, many frames of mind, however it is very difficult to maintain that mood, and impossible to even entertain the thought of exploring it and its reasons for existing. my mood must compete for existence with everything the gym has to throw at it, the music being paramount among these. the lighting is stark and there are people around you fashioned into inscrutability themselves by the gym's offerings.

i find this frustrating, and, depending on the mood i'm in, normally quite unsavoury. having been at the gym for some time, i usually come around, begrudgingly, to its ways - stubborn, but ultimately malleable. i still find pleasure in a good cardiovascular workout and challenging myself on the free weights. once i leave, i can resume poring over whatever concerns i might have that day.

when i go the pool for a swim, i am free to take with me into the water my mood. i can and usually do explore it, along with the many other thoughts sidling into my consciousness. i can dissect any issue that concerns me, personal or otherwise, and usually end up coming to appreciate my place in the world at that very moment just a bit better. i treasure this time immensely, and look forward to it during my journey to the pool's entirety.

only occasionally to i enjoy the journey to the gym.