The second-last day of my trip was an odd one. Being alone in the unit was a first for me; its usual occupants weren't present.
A breakfast of a Kam Do Pineapple Bun and pour over using East Van Roasters' Empress blend eased me into the morning. Even after settling into the morning though, I didn't feel like doing much.
A breakfast of a Kam Do Pineapple Bun and pour over using East Van Roasters' Empress blend eased me into the morning. Even after settling into the morning though, I didn't feel like doing much.
Weather conditions were extremely forgiving: relatively cool with none of the blazing hot temperatures of the weekend past.
While the opportunity to hop onto the SkyTrain and roam Gastown until reaching my friend's recommendation of Nemesis was still plausible, motivation levels had hit rock bottom. Feeling slightly tired and wholly inconvenienced by the, at best, hourly operations of the 414 bus and grueling commute, the day was spent at home instead.
I readied myself for departure instead, depleting leftovers, undertaking cleaning operations and inventory checks, and stashing items away for the next visit. Periodically, I'd rise from my position perched over the laptop to try my hand at the ABCD choreography. A gauze wrap protected the permanent ahgase marking, which had just begun to scab and shed.
While the opportunity to hop onto the SkyTrain and roam Gastown until reaching my friend's recommendation of Nemesis was still plausible, motivation levels had hit rock bottom. Feeling slightly tired and wholly inconvenienced by the, at best, hourly operations of the 414 bus and grueling commute, the day was spent at home instead.
I readied myself for departure instead, depleting leftovers, undertaking cleaning operations and inventory checks, and stashing items away for the next visit. Periodically, I'd rise from my position perched over the laptop to try my hand at the ABCD choreography. A gauze wrap protected the permanent ahgase marking, which had just begun to scab and shed.
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In the early evening hours, my footsteps led me to the second floor fitness facility. It was my first - and only - visit to the glass-encased room over the duration of the trip.
Just two other residents were present: a scrawny male likely younger than me and a tattooed, black tank top-donning regular.
Approximately 23 minutes was spent on the treadmill, briskly walking on an incline while listening to Nayeon's new EP.
Just two other residents were present: a scrawny male likely younger than me and a tattooed, black tank top-donning regular.
Approximately 23 minutes was spent on the treadmill, briskly walking on an incline while listening to Nayeon's new EP.
Next, I transitioned to the Bosu ball for plank-based routines and later a 4 lb medicine ball for twisting/lateral exercises. rotational mobility.
Gazing about, the lightest dumbbell was found to be well beyond my lifting capabilities. It was with a grimace that I picked up the 9 lb kettlebells. With one in each hand, I attempted a handful of upper body exercises, only to strain my already fragile wrist with a painful warning.
The day's routine would conclude shortly afterwards.
Further leftovers were consumed at dinner time. The garbage and recycling were also sorted between the many disposal bins.
As the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, I would conclude my packing efforts and slip underneath the covers one last time.
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