A good gym session has always been a great stress reliever or my creativity fuel, and it has always been a pleasure to go there and blow off some steam. I have recently increased my visits to the gym to a full 5 day workout. No, not by the doctor’s orders, but my craving to see her again. Yes I am going to gym for the wrong reason, or is it the wrong reason.
She walks into the room and there is a moment of just utter silence. I can’t even hear the machines at that point, so much that it almost becomes a moment from a movie scene. She takes her time with everything, from putting that bag down to slurping water from the fountain (or the slow motion could just be my imagination). I have never been one to stare at the ladies at the studio doing their aerobics, because that is stalker material but this case is different.
What is one to do? I mean, she’s practically always there, no fault of hers of course, because I am the one deviating from the initial reason I’m there for. The one thing that makes me feel a bit easy is the fact that I am not the only one enjoying this delicate scenery. And they stare more than I do. With no doubt I sympathize with the gents. She is beautiful, well structured, friendly and has a killer smile. Maybe one day I’ll pluck up enough courage to say hi and start a conversation. But in the meantime, I’ll keep at gyming till I look like a Greek God for her. I’m off to the gym.