Late night shopping after gymming

It funny how you feel after doing an hours class of 'TRI-ATHLETIC'. It felt like aerobics to me. Though I'm sure, the names there for a reason. I mean - where would you rather be?

I didn't bother changing afterwards, though I rushed back to the change rooms all the same. I worry - its what I do! My stuff was still there, ALL of it this time - good, good. It was packed. Many swimmers and/or regular gym rats and I waited my turn... I threw on my hoodie and the branding stared back at me, and I sinked JUST a little bit...

The iPod proved quick comfort as I blasted the music way up - some American band that most people have probably never heard of. I was thirsty and it looked like a quick trip to Coles before the train.

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I scanned the shelves. No sugarfree V to be found... and THERE! They went pass me, even amongst the crowd - my eyes followed. Moving on, I mentally debated the pros and cons of a sugar hit after behaving like an idiot for an hour - they call that a workout? Indifferent, mizone was the end champion at 1.70 a bottle.

I lined up and in front of me...

They bought 2 cartons of soy milk, 2 diet cokes, a pack of pasta and a tub of low fat yogurt.

It'd been obvious they had just come from the gym. Though oddly, the duo was all suited up. You wouldn't have known if it weren't for that hair - it was wet and pushed back - maybe it was sweat.

Then that one person in all the world popped back into my head.

I ponder the possibilities; and during that split second the world stalls, an experience all too familiar. Though honestly before, I or anyone can really gather their thoughts, everything is just as it seems.

"Next please!"

And I've just hit a new low.


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