I, like may people, have a fair share of bad habits. One of the biggies is my competitive nature. In fact I nearly killed myself the other day at the gym when I saw a girl on the rowing machine, pulling splits close to what were my best in college.
So after she completed her thirty minute workout, putting me to shame with her perfect complexion glistening with sweat and thighs that could likely crush walnuts, it was my turn.
I drove my legs with more determination than I had in months. I was determined to show her up, concentrating on the big display that showed I was actually beating her splits. I pushed and pushed to beat her.
It was the best four minutes of my entire week.
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My treadmill blisters really hate this post. But I enjoyed it.
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