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“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 …

Gym Tales: The Guy In The Wheelchair  Read More »

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 …

Gym Tales: An Introduction  Read More »