Freewrite Day 169 - The weightlifter

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She had gone in again to the gym. There was no great effort involved, she just walked on the treadmill for awhile, not too fast. But if she came at the right time - she would get to see him.

He was her Atlas, he had the body of a God! Muscles perfectly structured, skin glistening. It didn't matter what was happening inside of that grey matter upstairs - the body was absolutely perfect. That was all she wanted; that was what it took to create her dreams at night.

He worked out with his friends at different weight stations and she had perfect view from a distance - where she could see him or see his reflection clearly via the mirrors. He must have noticed she was looking but never came over to talk to her. Not until today.
"Hi there! How are you going with the workouts you're doing?"
Oh My God - what was she supposed to say?
"Ahh Okay. It's just a bit of stress release for me as much as anything."
"I know how you feel - I'm the same." He stood there for a second and that was that. "Have a great day!" And off he walked. That was that; she had her chance and she blew it.
She left the gym, determined to come back and start working out harder. She wanted him to look at her the way that she looked at him - like one of the Gods.