Right now, I’m in Canada visiting my mother. I’m not staying with her, though — instead, I’m staying in a condo that belongs to one of her friends.
Said friends are not here — they’re out of town, missing the lovely weather which is so cold and wet that it has me longing for the glimpses of sun and not-rain that England provides — we are just using their condo.
Around this condo are things: an exercise ball, a chin-up bar. I find myself drawn to these things, almost forced to use them by their mere presence.
I am instinctively an active person. Under normal (or what used to be normal) conditions, I visit the gym, run and fence regularly. Maggie has changed this — taking an entire evening for a fencing practice (on a regular basis) has become impossible. Even running or visiting the gym, with their (relatively) short time commitments become chores, as time spent out of the home is, by definition, uninterrupted, hence it must be pre-scheduled and carved out of the day. Contrast with other time consuming hobbies which run roughshod over spare moments of time (such as blogging).
But throw an exercise ball into a room, and it has to be used. I am apparently unable to sit for two hours in a room with an exercise ball and not do sit-ups. To say nothing of a pull-up bar that shows me how weak I truly am.
Convenience, it would seem, is a powerful thing.
Now all I need is an extra room in my home for a home gym. Anybody out there know a contractor who can warp space and time?