Muscle men in very tight tees or no shirts at all look at her funny. This is their place, or atleast at 7:30 am it is usually just them. She walks in a works around them, afraid to mess up their pattern, their lives, afraid to be spoken to, but more afraid to be ignored. She knows in their heads they are laughing at her, they can bench press her weight and here she is lifting not even a third of theirs. But she also knows that after the laughing is done... they're impressed. Not because she can lift a lot, she can't... but because she is there at 7:30 am and because she is actually working out. She'll never have their ripped muscles or 6 pack stomachs, not even their buns of steel, but shes there that early and shes sweating as much as they are, and for that she has earned their respect.



new friends? NAH but atleast I'm not scared of them anymore.