IS OK, I SWEAR..........................
was starting my third set of bench presses when my spotter and personal
trainer, melinda, motioned to one of the t.v.'s by the row of lifecycles
and said, "isn't that your train station?" melinda, like pretty
much everyone i have found myself around lately , is gorgeous. not just
her heart, her everything. the problem is, shes probably the worst personal
trainer for me because the distractions are obvious and when i look at
the mirrors to check my form i see her form then i see me and i want to
kill myself. lucky for me, my beloved subway was getting ready to kill
me just incase i didnt get the job done.
my workout, i sat in the sauna and didnt even think about the short little
conversation that she and i had about nerve gas and toyko and why dont
you have a car or any of that, i prayed. ive found that the sauna is a
great place to pray. so quiet.
forever to get a bus on wilshire at seven pm but got one near la brea
and i asked the busdriver if the red line was running and she whispered
"i dont think so."
i hopped off at western and pulled out my camera.