...EVER!
When I got to the gym lastnight, straight from work, I was a bit pissed off that I'd forgotten my swimming shorts. Only had my new "track pants", so I couldn't use the spa or steam room. Which is what I normally treat myself to now at the end. (Helps me not to glow quite so Bright Unfit Red™ afterwards, too...)
Anyway, got changed, wandered in on auto-pilot... then as I was starting up, I actually looked around.
It was like that scene in 40 days and 40 nights! Everywhere I looked, talent. I was starting to wonder if Age had spiked my tea the previous night with testosterone, and it was making me see things. Particularly this one guy who — coincidentally? — ended up synchronising with me... What a body... what a face!
Moral of the story: I now know what time I'm going to the gym on Mondays!
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