life is but a dream

row, row, row your boat
(or your rowing machine)
catch your breath, take a walk
life is but a dream


I’ve been dreaming of this moment since March 2020.  Although my gym for people with dicky tickers and dodgy lungs re-opened in May, we’ve not been able to use the machine room until now.

I don’t mind the aerobics bit - up to a point.  Wobbling about to ‘exercise’ remixes of classic 50s and 60s music, only does so much for my physical and mental well-being.  

But put me on a bike or a rowing machine or a cross trainer and I’m in my own little world.  In my head I could be on the road (or river) to anywhere.

At the end of the room is the green(ish) room. That is the ultimate goal.  It’s where the tea and coffee is made.  And where the biscuits are dished out.

Not yet though.  I have to dream a little longer.