The Gym & Pizza

Walking into the changing room I was on edge. It had been a while since I'd been here. What was going to happen? Would it be as easy as it was before? Would I embarrass myself? These are just some of the thoughts racing through my mind as I started my first workout since moving to London.

It's been a while since I went to the gym. The gym was and after though during my move; coming in second to various things. Did I have everything packed? Did I have all the forms I needed to enter the country? Had I seen all my friends before leaving? Do I have a place to call home? Am I up to speed on everything at work?

After two months of being in London I finally made it back to a place that I had spent so much time during this past year. To tell you the truth, it was hard. It's only my second or third week back at it, but it's definitely getting easier. I'm starting to regret that I stopped for so long.

Anyway, there are a few differences going to the gym over here.

First, and foremost, I can walk to the gym. Gone are the days of driving home, changing clothes, driving to the gym 10-20 minutes away, and working out. It only takes about 2 minutes to get there. No more driving to deter me; an idea implanted in my mind to stop me from going if I deemed it unworthy.

There are less people at the gym. I try to go during "non-peak" hours, but even when I get there during peak hours, it's still not too crowded. Back home, it would was packed almost all the time.

I attribute this to the fact that it is a smaller gym. Like I've mentioned before, London is very condensed, and applies to everything, even gyms. There are loads of them around, which would lead to less people at every establishment. In the States there is usually one gym for all people in a few mile radius.

As I continue my trek in reestablishing my health, I tend to like these differences. While you may not see as many people, it's a much nicer atmosphere.

Pizza

In what seems to be a contradictory subject compared to what I just chatted about, but I finally made my first homemade pizza (with very little oversight).

After a half day of prep, it was finally ready. Holy shit, it was delicious.

The dough and sauce were made from scratch. Hint for those of you out there; add some cherry tomatoes to the sauce. It will not disappoint. Adding sausage from a local butcher was an amazing idea as well.

All said and done, wow. I had no clue something could taste that good, especially something I made.

Without going to the gym, I would feel much worse making this. As I like to say, "I don't go to the gym to look good, I go to the gym so I can eat whatever I feel like."




Until next time...

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