So we live in a (theoretical) universe that encompasses all the infinite possibilities that each decision we make represents. Not just in a Sliding Doors way, but for every journey there are an infinite number of start times with an infinite number of outcomes. And to keep it simple there are degrees of infinity as well.
A strange fact is that there are an infinite number of numbers between 1 & 2 and they arent countable (look up Cantor if you are interested, bored or want to impress geeks). Strangely enough some infinities are countable but guess how long you would need to count them?
So with all this infinity populating our normal lives, there is a reality where running is easier than eating a bun.
Where chunky monkeys are revered for their bun skills as they have to practice a lot, British Bake Off is a behind the scenes visit to the Team UK training camp for the international scoff awards and running is an activity for the unpopular people in life.
Gym would become plumping rooms, with specialist machines to increase your ability. One will be a massive whipped cream can where you would do small spurts to build up stamina before moving on to the crispy cornflake crammer which slowly fed you pieces of chocolate crispy cakes.
Beeeeep... that is the machine finished now onto the next one. Unfortunately in the real reality (or is it) its back to sweating and trying to lose as many atoms as possible or at least turn those atoms in a less wobbly structure.
10 days ago I did a Go Tri event (highly recommend them) which I came middle table in. Yes I know it isnt about competing but let the fat boy have a moment. Since then visitors and visiting have sapped my motivational mojo.
This week will be different, I have chosen a different reality from the one where I stayed in bed this morning (sadly I didnt make it to the plumping room, that was the other reality).
Only 3 weeks left ...
