I quit the gym this week. Not an earth shattering revelation but it was a harder thing to do than joining one. After twelve loyal years of sweating it out and pounding the treadmill, I'm cutting the emergency stop chord free. And not without some reservations. But at least it confirms that I do indeed belong to the human race; for I share the same two inherent dislikes that most human beings have difficulty dealing with: change letting go Perhaps though, it is time for a change. Reduced physical activity should tie in nicely with my renewed writing commitment; to apply bum glue, stay put and write more. Okay, so not all life choices are wise ones. But not all in life is a matter of choice.