27 Ramadhan 1437
Just got back from the gym, this being my second visit during the holy month, after getting back on the cross training thingamajig last Wednesday evening. I posted a pretty poor performance then, but did manage 40 minutes, and achieved something similar tonight - a slight improvement, in fact. In some ways it's startling to realise I still have the energy to keep going despite my body telling me it has nothing to give.
They are funny things these bags of skin and bone and blood and flesh and other gooey bits that embody whatever it is that makes us what we are. Even when they let you down - and, let's face it, one day they will do so on a spectacular scale - you can't help but feel attached to them.
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