Initiate_me
Strange stories
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- Jul 7, 2014
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Bang. Beep Beep. A new day, the alarm summoned me loudly and without mercy and I threw off the covers, straight out of bed, over to the bathroom to wash my face of last night's ruined make up. I didn't look into the mirror to see the reminders of my failure, I just splashed and rubbed until I was fairly sure it was all gone.
I unscrewed a bottle of mineral water from out of the fridge and took a swig, before returning to the bedroom to get changed into my gym kit. I wanted to hit it hard today, push it, burn up all that regret and sadness and self-pity. My phone lay there on the table, off, and its blank screen looked reproachful as if in disbelief that I could dare to leave the apartment without it, but I did. Today I didn't want anyone getting hold of me. For anything.
On the treadmill by 8am, pounding along to the rhythm of some generic dance track which really wasn't suitable for the time of day. Only a few people in- it was pretty quiet anyway, one of the nicest gyms in town and therefore once of the most expensive. They inflated the prices a little higher than necessary, just to keep the membership on the low side, knowing that what their key clientele really wanted was space, a break, and immediate access to a personal trainer or instructor if needed. No one who came there was used to waiting, or sharing.
I enjoyed the sweat running down, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier. If I pushed myself hard enough, I could forget. And maybe some sort of answer would come to me. A way to be me, and for that to be enough.
I unscrewed a bottle of mineral water from out of the fridge and took a swig, before returning to the bedroom to get changed into my gym kit. I wanted to hit it hard today, push it, burn up all that regret and sadness and self-pity. My phone lay there on the table, off, and its blank screen looked reproachful as if in disbelief that I could dare to leave the apartment without it, but I did. Today I didn't want anyone getting hold of me. For anything.
On the treadmill by 8am, pounding along to the rhythm of some generic dance track which really wasn't suitable for the time of day. Only a few people in- it was pretty quiet anyway, one of the nicest gyms in town and therefore once of the most expensive. They inflated the prices a little higher than necessary, just to keep the membership on the low side, knowing that what their key clientele really wanted was space, a break, and immediate access to a personal trainer or instructor if needed. No one who came there was used to waiting, or sharing.
I enjoyed the sweat running down, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier. If I pushed myself hard enough, I could forget. And maybe some sort of answer would come to me. A way to be me, and for that to be enough.