I don’t particularly enjoy talking to people at the gym. Call me an a$$hole, but I find that when I’m between the treadmill and weight racks, it’s my time to de-stress from my day. And normally random conversations don’t really aid in that, which is why it was so strange for me to find myself talking to a random guy for 20 minutes in between my lunge sets.
Okay, maybe not a random guy, but more of a “we-went-on-one-date-and-then-ran-into-each-other-at-the-gym-two-years-later” guy. But that’s beside the point.Read More