behind the gym ... by me Tired of a life without a job or benefit decided to do something to not be stuck at home as a moisture fuck the environment and the aesthetics of a department. Take my backpack traveler, I opened the closet, happily not any moth came and grabbed the pole of "Chahar Talent" (chronologically speaking I think that pole The only thing that could serve is for sport or to kiss the dirty floor of some room all neat) I thought for a moment in changing the school sweatshirt and wear a short that fights against the heat of midday Lima, but I said No! think if you want to sweat, because your blue sweatshirt is better to stay ...
I took the nearest route, all "Arts" and when the end of the road went up half a block and follow the road oval takes me straight to the door 2 of Limatambo towers in San Borja. Among camper-nothing summer-and with a smile fintosa between his lips. Behind the typical gym boys are always playing the fronton and moaning in a strange way to not come in haste the black ball. I have 17, does not work, so I have no income except the simple tips or leaving my mom in the oven after it purchases the market. That's where I have to pay for the gym? The truth will only invest a sun. So much is the fee for the hours you want in the gym sanborjino. Obiamente the gym is not well equipped and have the few machines that are used by customers and there are times you have to wait a while before they become vacant, I have to go with gloves ... by God in the heat wearing gloves? do not scrub brother. I mean, I'm wearing gloves because even though I have my room made a disgrace and bathed me in the past two or at best three times a week I gives a kind of disgusting to touch the spinning bikes Calata hand, think how many hands have touched for the price of a sun, few drops of sweat fell to the helm,! uf! that stress.
spining I'm just going to do half an hour is fine, and a little machine for the breasts, a routine of twenty to start and also that lazy. It was 0:30 masomenos and spinning bicycles were empty, except two that were used by some women with good back and distinguished face, unusual to see that for the wages of a sun, well I got to train the bike and something unexpected happened I put my towel on the helm and started pedaling, my buttocks defrente separate seat and started to work hard, the intensity was regular, I made the mistake of not Pezar em so much easier, spent five minutes and my right leg flew literally pedal the bicycle chain sediment and my tip hit hard against the exposed ends of the chain, I also cry with intensity I refrained from yelling and said softly, almost to my heart,! oh shit! Salt was no doubt, because I wanted to see my leg with the left foot on the pedal, bend me and made a muscle strain, the pain was immediate and cramp attacked my poor leg, the contraction was more of a pain overwhelming for a moment, my hands became a shifting bands giving heat to the injured leg, I instantly drop the bike and walked the floor with force, back muscle spasms for nearly three minutes, then sedieron with satisfaction for me.
I grabbed my backpack and my towel, some thought that I was retiring, but no, I wanted to sweat, at home there was nothing to do and certainly had a tremendous incentive gave me strength to keep pedaling, the girls later that at times his body tossed back and my irrepressible nature exalted, had not felt any better than that at the time. I got on another bike, but I found that everything was in perfect order, I began to take pace within a few minutes and I stare straight ahead, there were times when I had to disguise my feverish eyes that they volteban for any reason, wise to look in the mirror that was on my right. There is something that helps me, I have face dude, not perbertido.
Half an hour on the bike, I was sweating - I say sweating, water was voting as a pipe-like can not imagine actually voted all the fat that had occurred I have eaten all those days of physical paralysis , grilled chicken, salchipapas, hambuergesas, generous Chinese restaurant, etc. It was time to retire but I was surprised that the girls follow the same rate as soon as I saw them arrive. I could not retire, was disrespectful to my "moral" so always looking forward to follow the skyline. One hour, it seemed he would die in one of those random moments. He was drenched, my pace had fallen. Do not know how but I could endure nearly two hours later the girls finally stood up and stretched the body almost two minutes, without a doubt a professional seemed addicted to spinning, what was I, but it looked like a rag ready to drain. I had no strength or desire to do a routine 20 in the machines for pecs. Take my towel, my tools and left the place. Follow the path where I came in the door and saw two girls walking with a dog spining maverick who kept playing. Delayed passage through matter of shame and kept walking behind them, the show not come to an end, Lucky me - I said "until you get home, they entered a house that was about two doors from mine, I nodded and from home.
Somehow or other I have to make friends with them is a great opportunity to live close to my house, they are practically my neighbors! What a great day! - I thought. Between the second iron door of my house and up the stairs I felt a tremor in the legs, as if my limbs were invaded by a devastating earthquake, confirm what I feared, my muscles were more than waste and secure tomorrow could take even one step. I arrived at my door, between, there was nobody left me food for microwaving, I undress and step into the shower, after fifteen minutes came out and my legs would not give me, arrive with pain on my bed, I wore a light short throw me in bed, thought to stand for a while, but not the weariness win this time of hunger - a rare thing, and I fell asleep. I thought he died. And I think I did it for three hours. With the pain that was coming was better and not wake up ...
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