Gym Life

So onto the next chapter of my life…

I am a gym rat.  I love working out, lifting heavy things, sweat, and muscles!  I don’t do it for anyone but me.  I go to the gym to clear my head, to let out some anger and frustration, for therapy…NOT for social hour!  If I come talk to you, that’s ok, do not come talk to me!  Haha!  I know it sounds bad, but other rats will agree.

Years ago, I would see this guy at my gym…baggy sweats, hat on but down so you could barely see his face.  He had muscle!!  He had a “don’t fuck with me” attitude, which we all know I like.  This was very intriguing to me.  One day we were both over doing legs and I worked up the nerve to say hi, I was definitely not as outgoing and open as I am today.  The “hi” shortly led to a few nights of talking late at the gym.  When I say late I mean around midnight for about 3 hours a night for 3 days straight!  I couldn’t get enough.  I ran into him at a restaurant a few days later which was weird because he didn’t live near there.  I took that as a sign, because I am female and that’s what we do…anything is a sign!

The next sign, the more we talked we found out that our parents knew each other 5 years prior to us meeting…now if that isn’t a sign!!  So we started dating, and this is where the craziness begins!

Stay tuned if you wanna hear all of my crazy 😉  Until then…stay crazy people!

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