There is only so long, and to a certain point, that people can help, no matter how much they love you or care about your well-being.
"Excuse me?" a soft voice says coming from behind me. I slowly turn to face a woman wearing matching workout attire and a disgusted look on her face. "It seems the gentleman in the motorized wheelchair, um, well, it looks like he's . . . he's tracking feces all over the gym," the well-mannered woman... Continue Reading →
I can still feel the cold metal between my hands. I can smell the sweaty clothes in my gym bag and see particles of lifting chalk sprinkling through the air. The taste of artificially flavored pre-workout supplement lingers in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a lovely female figure gliding... Continue Reading →