belt or concrete?

Thats it! I had finally worked out a schedule to get back into shape. I figured if I could squeeze in even three gym sessions in a week to use the treadmill, it would be a huge improvement over my current plan. I initially explored the option of doing it in the morning before classes. That still meant I needed to solve the problem of disposing off the sweaty gym garb, getting a shower and dressing for class. The sheer enormity of the load that I would have had to lug around threw a spanner in the works. The other option was to get to the gym at the crack of dawn, finish the session and rush back home for the shower and the change, followed by the quick dash back to the campus for breakfast followed by lectures. This however did not look as rosy from the financial point of view...I may well be on my road to fitness but the autowallahs of Deonar would be laughing all the way to the bank!

I decided to play safe (financially I mean!) and start frequenting the gym sometime in the evening, after classes. That would also mean preventing my system from the jarring experience of waking up at an insane hour and subjecting my body to an experience which it has been alien to for nearly a decade now. I would just have to stuff my already bulging backpack (containing my laptop and texts) with gym garb and hump it along all day long. At that point I hoped I could just sustain my motivation long enough...