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GRAY
I'd f****d up. That’s all I could think about as I pushed hard through a five-mile run and began my usual thirty-minute stint with the jump rope. Click. Click. Click. The sound of the plastic striking the gym mat was almost lulling and I fell into my groove, my muscles warm from the run.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Click. Click. Click.
There were a few early-morning guys getting their workout time in, but it was Saturday, so most of us were there to get in and get out and not interested in talking. This suited me fine. My first client was at ten, but right now, I just went through the paces. Besides, the guys knew I was always there for them—it was my gym—but a guy’s workout time was sacrosanct and everyone knew not to f**k with me during mine.
The cleaning crew had come through
