Cogs can think.

Yesterday was the turn-around.

A few days ago I was talking to me mum on the phone. She said me dad and her would be going to my grandma’s Saturday by bike. That’s 35km… and back. So, 70km in total. Since I seriously needed to get more workout, she asked me if I would tag along. And I said yes. It was a very nice tour, straight through the old dunes and forests that top them. I live in such a pretty country.

Anyway. During high school, I had to cycle 30km a day, five days a week, for six years. That’s quite normal in this country, so please don’t pity me. It was good for me, it kept me in tip-top shape. However, when I finished high school, about four years ago, that workout ended. I got my driver’s license, had to go to university by public transport, and as such, I barely got any workout. And it showed, obviously.

Now, I don’t really care all that much about my physical appearance. What I find important is that one looks well looked after; decent clothes, well-groomed, you know. Hair done, properly shaved, all that shite. The fact I have a ‘belly’, as we call it, is irrelevant (it’s not that I’m fat - I have a belly but I’m not fat, as in, American). It’s not like I’ll suddenly be all Brad Pitt without it. However, health is important, and having a decent stamina ain’t all bad. And the fact that having a decent daily workout might reduce my belly size is of course a nice by-product.

So, after yesterday’s 70km, I decided I would go back to cycling daily. For 30 to 60 minutes a day, I’ll cycle.