"Time to wake up babe! It's nine!"
I wake from a dream, still tired. I frown and bring my hands to my eyes, blocking out the bright light illuminating from the window.
"What time is it?" I barely get out.
"It's nine!" Danielle exclaims, "We have to be at the gym at ten. You promised me you were going to work out with me, remember?"
"I almost forgot," I laugh.
Danielle sits down next to me, and we kiss. She's wearing a black sports bra, pink at the sides with matching jogging pants on. Her long brown hair is swept up in a high bun, and her crisp hazel eyes give her face a youthful appearance against her tanned skin. She looks like Snow White, or however they describe her in the fantasy books, with black hair. She's so sexy and beautiful. Always energetic, and waiting for something new.
I massage her sides, and cannot keep my hands off of her. She playfully pulls away and giggles.
"Come on hun, not now, we have to be out of here in fifteen minutes."
"Just a quickie."
"Last time we did that, we didn't go anywhere. Remember?"
"How about when we come back?" I ask.
"It won't be a quickie then, will it?" She teases, "We'll do something tonight." She gets up, and throws my workout clothes at me, "Come on, I made a light breakfast."
"Okay."
After I wash up and put my clothes on, I head to the kitchen. On the plate is a single piece of toast, a boiled egg, and celery sticks.
"This is breakfast?" I ask as I pick up the plate of food, examining it.
"Yes!" She says drinking a homemade milkshake.
"Did you forget that I don't eat eggs?"
"Oh how silly! It's a good source of protein Babe!"
"Good source of indigestion too."
She laughs, "Okay fine, you don't have to eat it."
Danielle is a vegetarian, and aspires to one day go Vegan. She's a freak when it comes to health, working out, and skin. She teaches yoga and a dance class for teenaged girls and women of all ages.
"So, this is fattening?" I ask.
"Breakfast is never supposed to be fattening," She answers, nibbling on a celery stick, "That's what lunch and dinner is for."
Since we moved in together, Danielle has a rule that I can't eat meat. I'm a man! She says that eating meat upsets my ph balance, as if she knows anything about mine! So everything we eat is vegetarian. The only time I do eat meat is when I'm out, and not in the house.
I eat, whatever is on the plate, and drive Danielle and I to the gym. I love this gym, because it has everything. Danielle looks so cute in her fitted pants. Her ass looks so good, makes me want to grab it. I'm already horny.
Danielle puts on her workout gloves, and goes over to one of the tread mills. I go to the back where all the weights are, and lift. I can bench press 350 lbs of steel. As I'm lifting, I notice a woman staring at me. She's wearing shorts, and a baggy gym shirt. Her hair is red, in a ponytail, and she's with a friend of hers, who is equally cute like she is.
"Wow you're strong," Redhead exclaims.
I grunt lightly, "Thanks."
"I love a man who can lift."
I don't respond. Thank God Danielle doesn't hear her.
"Leave him alone," Her friend remarks, "He probably has a girlfriend. He's too good looking to be single."
Her friend starts to walk away, but Red Head is still standing there. Her friend turns around and calls her name. Redhead turns around reluctantly, and goes with her friend.
Thank god she's gone! I don't like annoying females.
After a while I'm done lifting, and decide to go to the track. Danielle is still on the treadmill, with her headphones in her ear. She looks so sexy as she's lightly sweating. Light sweat glistening on her chest and face. I wink at her as I leave the room, and she smiles and focuses on the machine, pressing the button to go faster.
I go to the track, and a few people are walking. I never could understand why people do that. I ran track in high school and college, and trust me, a track is not for walking! I like to tease that I'm going to run over people if all they do is walk. The track was made for running. So the first thing I do is, I stretch, and sway my arms back and forth to prepare for my run. I like to run for at least thirty minutes. It's my favorite exercise. I put my headphones in, go to my workout playlist on my Ipod, and the minute a hard rock song by Korn comes on, I start running.
I run, I run, and I run. My heart is beating, and my entire body is feeding off the benefits. I breathe. That was one of the first things they taught us back at track meetings, to breathe. As I'm running, I notice a woman running my direction. Her hair is in a braided ponytail, and she seems to be in her own world; not paying attention to anyone or anything around her. She looks awfully familiar, and that strikes a nerve. I look behind me, and a few people are running my direction, so I run lightly to the side and let them pass me.
The woman stops, gets off the track, and takes off her headphones. I walk to her, a little confused. I could swear I know her from somewhere.
I take off my headphones and wrap them with my Ipod, putting it in my pocket.
"Excuse me?" I ask. She doesn't turn around.
"Excuse me?" Louder I ask.
She turns around, and when she sees me her face goes blank. So do I. It's Diana, my ex.
"Diana?" I ask surprised.
She inhales, then exhales, as if preparing for the worst news of her life, "Hello Josh."
"Hi, I didn't know that was you."
"Yeah." She looks different with her highlighted blonde hair. Really different, "I'm new here."
"I see. I like your hair."
She doesn't blink an eye, "Thank you."
"You look really nice."
"Thanks, so do you. Still running I see?"
"Yeah, I do this daily."
We go a moment without saying.
"Well," She takes her gym bag, "I've got to go. Nice seeing you again."
