Back on the old tug again, this time I have discovered a secret room formerly unknown to me (and judging by appearances several others around here) it is referred to as "The Gym" and, whereas previously I eschewed such gratuitous implements of masochism, I became enamored of the device known as "the treadmill".
It, and I, have formed a bond, and convene on a regular basis to induce perspiration (exuding from myself) and a feeling of euphoria (apparently due to my production of endorphins ).
And all this for free, who'd have thought eh?
I know that I'm on a vessel with limited area and thus a treadmill makes a lot of sense, but it has occurred to me that to have a treadmill and live in the country would be a bit of a waste of time (dog ownership & barking comes into the equation).
Much the same as working on a boat and going on a cruise on your time off, it's just not lining up in my head, I am wondering if my reader feels the same as I when I delve into these thought processes.
Thus the phrase, busman's holiday.
It, and I, have formed a bond, and convene on a regular basis to induce perspiration (exuding from myself) and a feeling of euphoria (apparently due to my production of endorphins ).
And all this for free, who'd have thought eh?
I know that I'm on a vessel with limited area and thus a treadmill makes a lot of sense, but it has occurred to me that to have a treadmill and live in the country would be a bit of a waste of time (dog ownership & barking comes into the equation).
Much the same as working on a boat and going on a cruise on your time off, it's just not lining up in my head, I am wondering if my reader feels the same as I when I delve into these thought processes.
Thus the phrase, busman's holiday.
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