Today was the first day that I truly missed having the internet accessible to me at home. Things started well though, I was practically delirious when I got to work this morning, the prospect of having a connection available to me had sent my head spinning and I was an a rather obvious high to my co-workers. The same high must have spurred on my table tennis abilities because I pretty much played the best I ever had downing colleagues throughout the day.

But work is work, and internet at work is restricted, there’s no ports open beyond the common HTTP and HTTPS and even then they’re restricted to certain sites. I can’t complain though, at least I could get into my various email accounts and check them through their webmail counterparts, removing spam and the majority of useless information I have delivered on a daily basis.

It wasn’t until I came home that the reality of the situation kicked in. I had no plans for the night which usually means I can ponder my way through various websites whilst the TV provides background noise in my pursuit of avoiding boredom. At one point I was rather excited that I might have stumbled across an open wireless network, it popped up briefly when I was listening to music from my laptop but the signal quickly disappeared. I wandered around the apartment from bedroom to bedroom, kitchen to bathroom, desperately searching for another glimpse of that sweet, sweet “NETGEAR” flash of internet light but it was all to no evail. There was no use in trying and having finished just Guitar Hero 3 I didn’t really feel like bettering any of my scores and I wasn’t really in the mood for tackling Call of Duty 4 so I did the unthinkable, I exercised.

Now most nerds/geeks/freaks, pick your stereotype, would run from a treadmill… well actually “run” is probably not the most accurate description one could use, let’s say “avoid” a treadmill about as much as they would the outdoors or sunlight but on occasion I’ve been known to indulge in this fanciful world of jocks and gyms. I myself am the proud owner of a treadmill that I must admit has not seen a great deal of usage these past months and certainly none at all upon my return from my trip overseas. The treadmill, along with my exercise ball and dumbbells do have their own little home now that I’m in my new place of residence, the second bedroom whilst harbouring unpacked boxes and irregularly worn attire is also playing house to said exercise equipment.

Having not done a great deal of exercise lately I didn’t particularly want to dive in all guns a blazing so a few sit ups here a couple of weight exercises there and a small stroll for fifteen minutes was more than enough to suffice my unaccustomed limbs and muscles. Had I not decided to exercise I would’ve probably spent the entire evening roaming the halls of my apartment building in search of that wi-fi signal again. Either way I would’ve been exercising I suppose, depending on how long I wandered I suppose.

I feel good that I did some proper exercise tonight though. Even though it makes your tired and weary you know that you’ve done something nice for your body. We’ll see how sore I am tomorrow as to whether or I not I still agree with that statement but regardless it should ensure I get a good and more importantly early night’s rest.