Trans gym

This week I wasn't gonna sign up for what my friend and I call "trans gym" now.

Lately it's been busy, it's been hard to book on, there's been construction going on so it's kinda even more of a pain to get to, and while I don't begrudge it its popularity at all, I'm grumpy that it isn't as good for me as it was when there were like four or five of us. Like any class size, you get more attention and just seem to get to do more that way. And the CO2 numbers are better.

Plus I'm determined to sort out gym stuff nearer home, possible to do more than once a week, and more welcoming to D who, of course, really doesn't want to take a space away from a trans person.

But I've made zero progress on that so far, and in the spirit of not letting the perfect be the enemy of the good... Since tonight I was a bit sad at the prospect of missing it tomorrow morning, I figured I'd see if there were any slots left.

There were three left!

So I booked one, told D and, nearer my bedtime when he could be more certain he wasn't imposing, he booked one too. It's been a while since we went together, so I'm really looking forward to that too.