The hardest part about going to the gym isn't the fat burning. It's not the cardio. It's not the endless self doubt. It's not the fight against the urge to quit. Its also not the actual weight lifting. Its not the waking up early.
Its not the discipline. By far the most difficult thing is trying not to talk to pretty girls in the gym, since the last thing I want to be is "that" guy. At peak hours my gym is absolutely filled with some of the most attractive women I seem to have seen in my entire life, all wearing super tight clothes, sweating and making the most subtle yet sensual noises I've ever heard.
Recently, however, my schedule has been pretty packed and the only time I get to work out is after midnight, like right now. These 24 hour gyms are really a savior for people like myself. One of the best parts? the empty parking lot.
As usual, I lock my car, put my headphones on, blast some 80s metal and get ready to hit the gym. I walk in, say hello to the front desk dude, fill up my water bottle and go to my favorite treadmill, the one on the very end. I could've picked any one of 5 but I chose the one I usually use.
I set my stuff up, turn the music louder and start running, focused and energized. Not many people in the gym.
Actually I can only see someone that looks like a girl lifting some free weights at the other end of the gym. One old man on a bike and that's about it. PERFECT time to come... Quiet, smells decent and I don't have to fight the urge to touch some random girl's ass.
Not 5 minutes go by and I notice someone to my right about to start running. I have to do a double take because I didn't believe my eyes. I'm going pretty fast so I can't really check her out but I definitely see a pretty badass tattoo on her left bicep.
A super toned, sexy bicep too... can't really make out what the tattoo actually is but I do see some circles, dark green and other dark colors... could be wrong. She was wearing tight, tiny, white shorts, and an even tighter baby blue tank top.
Incredible legs as well... and I haven't even stared yet in detail... actually pretty damn proud of myself of that little recon I just did without falling on my face.
We look at each other, smile and nod. Wow is she beautiful... gorgeous blonde hair, right above her shoulders; beautiful eyes and what seemed to be the most perfect teeth I have ever seen. I literally thought they shined when she smiled at me...
Simply put this was the most stunningly beautiful and downright sexy woman I had ever seen in this gym. What are the chances? Girls like her aren't supposed to work out this late. They should be at home getting devoured.
As we are both running something catches my peripheral vision. The person who was lifting weights had made their way to the leg machines right in front of the treadmills. To say that this was a hardbodied doll would be an understatement.
This delicious physical specimen of perfection had the most gorgeous skin color I have ever laid my eyes upon. Her black tank top was being fully stretched by her massive boobs and her bright pink sports bra was catching my eye, mouth and teeth. Her arms looked just as strong ad the girl next to me but she was maybe a foot taller.
This woman was strong... I could just tell she could handle any man or woman that tried to have their way with her and I sure as fuck would love to try... shit, I'd even let her kick my ass if it meant touching her.
Her tight, grey sweat pants, were a bit rolled up, letting her sexy calves show how toned they were.
She turns around trying to choose which machine to work out one first and I notice she turns her head our way. She then stares at the woman running next to me and I waited for her to then look at me. But that didn't happen. I turn to my right and for what seemed like a few minutes they were staring at each other, and now smiling.
The girl on the floor finally looks away, turns around and we both stare at her incredibly toned, tight, ass... so scrumptious. After we both look at it we look at each other in disbelief... talk about an ice breaker....
"Did you see that?" I hear her ask me... "How could I not?" She's unreal... do you know her?" I reply... "No i don't, but I would love to know... wanna meet her?" the treadmill girl said.
We both magically finish our runs at the exact same time... coincidence? not a chance... I walk up to you and introduce myself.
You tell me your name is S and you proceed to tell me that you never work out this late and if you knew people like the other girl would work out at this time you would be here even on Xmas eve.
We walk towards the machines, and start doing leg presses on the machine coincidentally right next to her. As i'm doing my reps, S wastes no time and taps the tall girl in the shoulder as she is working on her hamstrings...
"Sorry to bother you but my friend and I were running and saw you across the treadmills and we just had to tell you how incredible your body is. We will leave you alone, don't worry but we both just had to tell you how wonderful your body is and to congratulate you."
"Oh my God, that's so nice of you to say... You don't bother me... and as matter of fact I wanted to come tell you the exact same thing but you were running and I didn't want to interrupt. Your body is out of control! wish I had your legs.
My name is F and I never ever work out this late but I just had to blow off some steam and tonight felt just right for some reason"
