The last thing I go to the gym for is guys. I go for me. But...If a guy approaches me, who am I to shut the poor guy down? A few weeks ago, I was walking past the drinking fountains to the treadmills and I heard a guy say "You must be a pro. I see you here everyday." Yeah yeah, i've heard it all before. Guys will say just about anything at the gym to get your attention so I just laughed it off, said "Yeah, I am", flashed him a quick smile and walked away.
-Fast forward to tonight-
I step up onto my treadmill, prepared to run a shorter distance at a slower pace than I usually do because I am so sore from my run yesterday.
-That's not going to happen-
I am just about to turn my treadmill on when the guy from a few weeks ago steps up onto the treadmill next to me. I didn't realize it was him until he said "Hey how's it going?" I looked over and sure enough, there he was. We talked for a few minutes until we were both ready to start running. My original plan of taking it slow went right out the window because whether he knew it or not, as soon as he stepped onto the treadmill next to mine, it was on, we were racing. I ran as hard and as fast as I could until I was dripping sweat and gasping for breath. He did the same. Neither of us wanted to lose this unofficial, unplanned race. I went until I couldn't go anymore, until I was pretty sure my legs were going to give out. I reached up to press my stop button and he did too. We stopped our treadmills at the exact same time. I looked over at him and smiled the most dazzling smile I could muster, stepped off my treadmill, and walked away. His name is Adam and I hope to see him again...soon :]
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