You Don't Live Like I Do

This weekend contained some exercise and some much-needed socialising. The trans gym class I've been tagging along to has been getting really popular in recent weeks, to the point that classes have been booked out. I was happy to go along when it was scraping by in terms of attendance, but I absolutely don't want to take a trans person's place there, so I've not been while it's been busy. This week however there were still 3 places left late on Friday evening, so I booked just before booking closed. It was good to see friends, and the trainer was happy to see me back.

On Sunday I had intended to go on a ride organised by a local. Their easiest "pink" rides are aimed at kids, only a few miles long. But their blue rides are usually far more than I can manage. This blue ride was a bit of a stretch at 14 miles, but I figured I could drop out early. And more importantly, some people I know from Discord were planning on going along. As it turns out I was feeling terrible on Sunday morning and didn't get out of bed in time, but neither did half the Discord people. So I missed out less than I thought.

Despite feeling terrible, I dragged myself into the car to drive across the Peak District to Matlock, to swim in an open-air pool with friends. cosmolinguist came with but didn't swim, so I had car company, and when we were finished we went back to one of said friends' house nearby for tea and nattering. The swimming and socialising actually made me feel a lot better, and we came home feeling like we'd actually done something with the weekend, which was lovely.