Mr. Olympia

I made it to the first morning workout today. I'm pleased to find that it is only a 30 minute jog from my apartment to the gym. I'm also happy to find that despite spending all day sitting, and all night sitting, my physical shape is "subarashii*". It may not look that way when I have the shirt off, but looking at the numbers which the scary (I thought it was going to give me some kind of shock treatment) machine spat out, I don't even need to go to the gym. The health consultant told me just staying in the same shape I am in is a good enough goal... I know how to do that! And it doesn't require waking up at 6am, and 5,000 yen/month.

Anyway, let's see if I can keep it up until next month.

In a desperate attempt to waste more time before I tackle a pain-in-my butt server issue, I will post links to maps which show my apartment and the gym. Although mom has been to my apartment, I doubt she knows anything about where it is situated in Tokyo. (links are in Japanese)

My Apartment | The Gym | My Work

*(adj) wonderful; splendid; magnificent;