Terri Martin was doing the slow burn when she hit the elliptical at the gym. No, it wasn't a slow burn any more. The slow burn had happened when she'd uncovered a box in the basement of the house this morning. Hurt, anger, and jealousy where burning quite nicely at this point and had only grown in intensity on the drive to the gym where she worked out three days a week. She ratchet the elliptical up to one of the more difficult settings, set the time for 30 minutes and began to pound her body through the workout. Sweat began pouring from her forehead, her workout cloths getting that spreading wet stain on her back, chest, and under arms. At the halfway mark she gulped air and water her energy level driven by her anger. As she hit the cool down mode her body screamed at her; ok bitch you hurt me now I'm going to hurt you. Ah fuck she thought as she rested her head on her arms, shouldn't have done that as her body fought to hurt her through the cool down phase.
As she got off the elliptical her body trembled as it screamed sweat draining out of every pour. She downed her water in great gulps as she wiped the equipment down feeling her legs turning to rubber. She walked to the bag she kept her gym gear in and slumped down on the bench sweat dripping onto the floor.
Penthouse, the box had been full of penthouse and other smut magazines along with a bunch of gay magazines. Fuck what was he doing with that shit? She knew it was her husband Ted's stash as he was the only one who used that part of the basement. She had flipped through some of the magazines looking over dog eared pages of various naked images. She looked at the date on each and found the latest addition had been bought this month. What had bothered her most of all were the gay magazines that she had found. A couple of European ones, a few others, guys sucking off guys, guys fucking and being fucked.
Terri rested her head in her hands. Didn't he love her anymore? Didn't he want her? Was she still good in bed? Was Ted gay? Men, why do guys need to read that trash. She wiped her face with a towel and went to the next piece of equipment. Today was uppers so she ran her hands over the press then slid weights onto the arms. She looked at the pegs sticking out as she locked the weights into place. Why does everything have to look like a cock today? She shook her head to clear the image, sat down and began to push. Her anger was draining fast as her arms screamed at her. Ok I didn't put that much weight on I learned my lesson her mind screamed back.
For a year now Terri had been coming to the gym. Working out like a lot of women trying to lose the stuff left over from babies as well as trying and make that twenty something body they once had. At first Terri had been self-concise but then as she had noticed her body changing not to mention the other women started complimenting her on sticking to it. After a few weeks she'd grown to enjoy her gym time along with the few hours away from the house, teenage kids, and Ted. She's even made herself a couple of gym friends she'd started working out with.
Sweat stung her eyes as she collapsed leaning back against the equipment. Ok I didn't hurt you that bad so give me a break she muttered. Her arms burned at her in revenge running from her shoulders to past her elbows. Mental memo, never workout angry.
"Hey girlfriend." said Pam. Pam was one of the regulars who had started chatting with Terri from time to time.
"Oh hey." said Terri.
"You look like you're doing some major hurt there". Said Pam