It was autumn in Southwest London.  The kids and their parents were leaving school in the windy late afternoon as increasingly colorful leaves began, less than tentatively, to fall. I thought how I didn't remember autumn being this beautiful when I was living in SW a couple of years ago at this time.

I'd spent most of the day with an attractive woman I met the night before. Despite my poverty, I was somehow the one who had the cash when we got to her place and so had to pay for the cab. Which meant I needed to ask her for money when I left in order to get where I needed to go. 

And where I needed, or at least intended, to go was the gym. However, by the time I got to the train station, along with seven pounds of my newest friend's change, I realized I had left the bright orange Sainsbury's bag with my bathing suit in it at the pub the night before. 

Or somewhere.

So, no point going to the gym. Without any loin covering, I couldn't even take a steam..

I considered going back whence I'd come, but I figured that would be wrong. 

So, I decided to walk from wherever the hell I was in the Borough of Richmond to Central London.

It took a few hours. I made lots of stops to buy fruit and sandwiches. (I did have seven pounds.)

I even enjoyed a selection of samples at Whole Foods Market, just like in the old days.

And ended up having my workout after all.

The walk was my cardio. Lifting tables and chairs setting up my friends' comedy club was my resistance.

There was no sauna.