Night Gym

I felt guilty about the cigarettes so even though it was past midnight I went downstairs and made the hotel night manager open the gym so I could power walk on the treadmill for two and a half hours. That’s not weird, is it? I’m not going to worry about it. It’s what I came on holiday for.

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