Sandy woke up early as usual. She rolled out of bed, threw her hair back, slinked into a pair of spandex shorts and a tank top and headed out to the gym. She found that if she got there before seven every morning that not only would she not have to worry about a line for the stair stepper, but she would also see her morning show.
Her morning show. Every morning he was there. First he would begin with some light stretching and then advance from the lighter to heavier weights. Every morning she would watch him. He had caught her watching him in the past, but seemed to like the attention. She would notice the lackadaisical way he would be working until she was clearly on the floor, and then it turned more into a show. He would stretch his arms up and over with the weights, his slender muscles in his arms bulging and she would try not to look directly. She would climb her stairs to no where imagining another kind of workout that they could be having. And the watching would go on, every day for an entire hour. Then they would leave.
This morning was no different. As she came onto the floor he was again there all ready. There was no one really else in the gym yet and all was quiet, except for the hum of the equipment as she pressed the on button. She stepped up and set her pace, and then set her stare and she was ready. As usual he saw her watching and he seemed to try even harder.
But about a half hour into his normal routine he put the weights down and started on a run around the laps.
"Damn" she thought to herself, but continued on her normal routine for another thirty minutes.
Finally, the button beeped and she was done for the day and she headed back towards the womens locker room. She looked around for her attractive gym mate but didn't see him. As she walked to her locker room, she saw the sign for the men's locker room and her curiosity got the best of her. She looked around to make sure she would not be seen and then seeing it was clear poked her head into the men's locker room.