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I saw my doctor recently (for a routine checkup, which found nothing problematic or surprising). He asked how I was doing, and I mentioned my current commute. He sympathized, and said he'd moved back into the city because the commute from Plandome [the stop before Port Washington] was too much for him. And then he said that it sounded like I didn't have time for exercise, so I told him about my gym's Xpressline program.
But I rather think he was right: not just that I've stripped away a lot else to keep exercise in there with this job/commute, but that this is at least part of why I (again) didn't get to the gym this weekend. Another part, of course, is that it's a lot less trouble to stop off on the way home than to make a special trip downtown: there is no gym handy to my home, the nearest branch of my gym is in Harlem, and the one I usually use is in Midtown. (Geographically, Harlem is closer. In travel time, ditto. Psychologically, once I'm on the A train, it's only one stop further, albeit a very long one.)
Tomorrow, I'll do my freelance proofreading on my way to work; go in, do such work as they offer me, and find out whether I still have a job; and almost certainly go to the gym afterwards. My figuring is that if I am still employed, there's no reason not to, and if I'm not, I'll want the comfort of shoving heavy pieces of metal around.
But I rather think he was right: not just that I've stripped away a lot else to keep exercise in there with this job/commute, but that this is at least part of why I (again) didn't get to the gym this weekend. Another part, of course, is that it's a lot less trouble to stop off on the way home than to make a special trip downtown: there is no gym handy to my home, the nearest branch of my gym is in Harlem, and the one I usually use is in Midtown. (Geographically, Harlem is closer. In travel time, ditto. Psychologically, once I'm on the A train, it's only one stop further, albeit a very long one.)
Tomorrow, I'll do my freelance proofreading on my way to work; go in, do such work as they offer me, and find out whether I still have a job; and almost certainly go to the gym afterwards. My figuring is that if I am still employed, there's no reason not to, and if I'm not, I'll want the comfort of shoving heavy pieces of metal around.