The Machinist, in conversation today declared that he thought summer was just about over and autumn was upon us. This made me smile, as I love autumn; even the thought of autumn. Last year, I remember kicking the fallen plane tree leaves in the centre of Civic, just outside Gus's Cafe. There were so many of them - on the pavement, hanging off the kerb and into the gutter. A thick and ample duvet for damp tarmac and cement.
After much talk and procrastination, the five of us are going to join the gym in Goulburn. Sam joined over a month ago and the Machinist signed up yesterday. I was going to as well, but when I arrived there to meet the Machinist and put my money where my mouth was, I backed out. I felt sort of angry. Angry that I was about to resort to going to a gym. Any gym.
A young trainer came over to where I was standing with Sam. "Are you going to sign up, too?" he asked, after spending time with the Machinist.
"I'm not sure"
"No. To be honest with you - I hate gyms". The trainer looked embarrassed and started to flush. Then he laughed, nervously.
"You hate them?"
"Yes, I hate them. They are monotonous and they bore me. They hurt as well. But - I know that if things don't change, they'll stay the same...."
While having a coffee with Emma and the Machinist at The Coffee Club today, I committed to her that I would, in fact, join her and we would attend gym together. She informed me that she was going to be my worst enemy and would drive me on if and when I faltered or complained in this resolve.