I did not have the day off from work today… but I took one anyone, probably because I was feeling black. And perhaps by some unexplained phenomena I donned sporting attire and drove my car aimlessly. At least it seemed aimless… but my hands knew where to steer despite me.
I pulled into a place I surely have never seen, yet I strode in nonchalantly and flashed a ready standard that bore me entrance. What manner of palace was this? There were pools and courts and stairs. I confidently, yet not knowing why, ascended to a level of metal bars and machinery. Iron cylinder bearing handles lay in front of me. Almost instinctively I picked them up and began repetitive motion. It felt good! A small device on my arm was wired to my head… the sound of raging rhythms pumped into me.
I was sure this was completely new, yet everything seemed so routine and so natural. And it felt strangely familiar. With every repetitive motion of the iron I could feel my facial expression changing. Before I knew it the man in the mirror looked like he was ready to thump someone. And the music resonated a hearty and solid rock anthem… and the feeling of a fresh endorphins reached my brain… and it all made sense.
I, after a Rip-Van-Winkle-esque absence, had returned to the gym.
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