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The older one gets; the more careful one gets with what you eat, what you wear and how you keep your body. Diets and exercise has becomes a part of our lives so well that we have scheduled it to be an integral session of our day to day activities. Some skip days but for those that have all the time in the mornings……
I have started building my entirety into this weight loss drive from 106kg to 90kg. A project I assumed a little over a month ago and looking forward to an extra two months with intense activities to produce the result. Daily I visited the stadium close to me to join others in the work out sessions. From burpees, to step-runs, jumping jack and jogging. Abdominal and jumping ropes were parts of the session. In all sincerity it was a complete package. Mondays through Saturdays saw me visiting like I was getting paid.
Everyday produced a result for me and gradually my health was getting restored. A visit to the doctors showed an admiration that fascinated my soul. I promised it was going to be a lifestyle thus I kept it up.
Early mornings, were now a constant and I build a social circle within the stadium which doesn’t exceed that avenue. The environment was meant for all and everyone looks beautiful in workout clothes. Class consciousness is a difficult approach in this environment, so everyone just keeps a distance except interest is brewed. I wasn’t interested in that anyway thus I was focused on what brought me there. Body pains were a constant in the first few days but when I got acclimatized to the workouts I played with reps on the benches.
It was a sluggish morning which I struggled to wake up, I had a little bit of alcohol the previous day and my body reacted to it like a poison. I could remember few months ago. How well I could guzzle on rows of bottles of beer and just for the diets, I can’t drink two bottles successfully. I walked inside and saw a friend, one of the few that has the leverage of having my phone number and hanging out outside the environs of workout. We have not much in common but he is a comedian when it comes to social gatherings. This morning was supposed to shape my life positively but nothing made it look that way until I saw ANDREA.
There are pockets of social vices that reside in the stadium environment. It ranges from unethical begging for money, to married women looking for guys to satisfy their urge. Young ladies also parade their potato-sized breast and all have a sight seer who might be interested. But for me and my clique of friends, we felt we were too big for that. Now back to Andrea
After the welcoming salutation I saw Bugsy with a lady behind him talking a walk. Her name is Andrea, she became a distraction that has today become my focus. She was extremely beautiful. She was a complete package for a woman I wanted to share am part of me with. I greeted her in all courtesy for her to remember me but she was just as precise as possible in her response. I tried to spurn a conversation to keep her around a little longer but she was in a hurry thus I couldn’t talk mush to her. I knew I will see her again but how I can’t tell. Immediately she left, I knew I was done working out that day. I resorted in becoming better friends with Bugsy all in a desire to approach Andrea one more time.

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