Yes, I'm unfit, yes, I'm out of shape. I don't really exercise per se, despite that. I'm a student, students don't exercise. I've way too much reading and assignments to do! But today turned out to be one of those days when divine intervention forced me to exercise, unjustly and against my own good judgement.It started with an ascent up several flights of steps to get the bus on Union St, the alternative being to walk a few hundred yards around. The morning tutorial took place on the 9th floor, and the exodus following the tutorial virtually renders the lifts unusable, so I had to descend 18 flights of stairs (2 between each floor) to the ground floor. Since it's almost 2 miles from the Uni to the train station I catch the bus, and today was no exception, but the train coming home was at 5.15 and the bus only got me back to Union St. around 5.10, so I had to virtually run the 300 yards or so to catch the train. It was either that or wait another hour and a half, which I was not prepared to do. I was the last person on to the train just before the doors closed, sweating and panting, and unable to get a seat. I was therefore obliged to stand for about 15 minutes before some people got off.
The result of all that unnatural and rather unwelcome exercise was that when I got home I was starving. I had images of Lasagna and Chips in my head, but the wife had made soup. You see how terrible life gets for me sometimes? You people don't know how lucky you are! That was a joke, please do not respond with hostility, it's quite likely some of you have also had occasion to eat soup, especially students!
