I had a session on Friday night. A one person party with a lot of alcohol, M.T.V. and half a packet of cigarettes. At one point, I even did a kind of Austin Powers kind of dance in front of the mirror. I felt cool. I do not remember going to bed but I did make it.
So this morning, I woke up feeling like I could take on the world.
I staggered to the Gym. I realized that I was a bit pissed when I could not remember my card pin number. Then I struggled with the vending machine.
I walked in to the normally half empty hall, to find half of East London, waving their Nike trainers in my face. There was one very confused man pressed against the wall. I am not sure why he was there really. He was probably checking out the rear view. He looked happy enough anyway.
I could hear the instructor shouting out his moves.
I managed to get a step out of the cupboard and place it on the floor.
There was enough room to move two foot left and two foot right.
I suddenly thought..shit..I am so pissed..I can not do this.
I felt like I was going to pass out or throw up.
I left the Gym and thought wow!..now I know why alcoholics stick to park benches. Steps are too much of a challenge.

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