Seems I’ve been mired in the damn Stage 3: Kitchen stage for a while. Rather than diving into it completely and just finishing the job, I’ll distract myself by jumping ahead to Stage 4. The Dining Room. A real misnomer…there is not much eating or entertaining that goes on here. This is where I lift weights. This is where I surf on my laptop.
It’s a condensed little den of chaos as you can see. I think I can polish this one off pretty quickly but once again, I’ll need to do some shopping because the existing set up can use some artificial order.
Working out here is not ideal, I’ll admit. But I have no other options. I don’t have a garage, I don’t have backyard. I refuse to join a gym…I don’t want to spend a lot of money to endure throngs of sweaty and badly-dressed fly-by-night fitness gurus. I don’t do people and I definitely don’t do groups of breathless people.
So yep, this little room is an awful and claustrophobic weight room, but it works for me. I lift about 6:30 in the morning and luckily my neighbors are early risers so I won’t be waking anyone up with my grunting and puffing. Back when I started lifting heavy, I miscalculated pretty often and I used to drop the iron all the time and it created some pretty raucous moments when I thought for sure I’d be getting calls from the landlord. Luckily that never happened.
There is not much else I can say about this room.