Today, I saw two different love stories at the gym. The first revolves around Mr. and Mrs. Prom King and Queen. Mrs. Prom Queen was my nutrition coach for the twelve weeks that led to my 10 lb deficit. Mr. Prom King is the super hot spin instructor whose class I take on Fridays and Sundays.
So, as I was walking to the kickboxing class, I heard a couple behind me flirting and giggling. Trying not to be nosy, I just kept walking, but hearing how close he was to the women's locker room, I did turn around to see Mr. Prom King walking away realizing he was in fact flirting with his wife. Cute, right?
I had forgotten Mr. Prom King also teaches every other Wednesday. Well, I guess today was the other Wednesday because lo and behold, he was in my kickboxing class, and so was the Mrs.
Luckily, they were on the other side of the room, so I could spy without being obvious. He had no rhythm, which made me feel better, but she kicked ass. That just made me want to kick more ass in case she saw me.
Well, I totally rocked the class. Which brings me to the other love story.
Me and kickboxing. I had been taking Jerald's** class every Wednesday for quite some time. I love his class, believe me. But all we do is leg work. It gets rather cumbersome and predictable. Well, he had a sub today, Jessica**. I hadn't taken Jessica's class in months because she typically teaches on Saturday at Everyone-Come-to-the-Gym A.M. It made it quite difficult to kick and punch when you're swimming with salmon.
Well, her class is kicks and punches. Don't get me wrong, some people deserve a good kick, but sometimes punching really gets the shoulders that nice definition. We punched like crazy, and I hadn't sweat that much in kickboxing in quite some time. It was refreshing and it made me realize what I had fallen in love with.
It was a great work out, and I wish I could do it again. Alas, Jerald comes back next week. So my fling has flung.
Now, back to Mr. and Mrs. Prom. Being my nutrition coach, she of course knows who I am. I don't like this in the confines of the locker room. So, I changed quickly and showered quietly. I was fully prepared to use a dressing room to get dressed because who knows when she'll pop out from a corner.
Well, I got back to my row with my towels around my head and body. One dressing room is occupied, and the other open to Mrs. Prom Queen's breasts. I didn't see her face, so hopefully she didn't see mine, but the tattoo said it all. I have never changed that quickly in my life. My hands were shaking in case I got the, "Oh, how are you?" question.
Not a great way to start the day: anxiety. Hopefully she didn't see my pasty, flabby body as I struggled to get my wet suit in the heavy jeans. Luckily I made it out of there without her seeing me. Mr. Prom King, however, gave me a big smile as I left the gym. He's so dreamy.
(Names have been changed**)
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