Gym; Monday Morning.

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Last week was an awful week, for many things, but, most importantly, for Cal's workout. He barely managed to get anything in that respect done so, that morning, despite the urge to just crawl right back into the bed because he could have sworn he saw glaciers in the distance when he looked out his window, he headed down to the gym to break the small sway of laziness that had overtaken him. A good deal of stretching and a small run on the treadmill before he went to his precious weight routines, intending to stay at them for a good long while, especially since, this week, he wouldn't have to stop to get to his workshop.


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