The Gym; Late Wednesday Morning.

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Rubbing his face a little thanks to the regular sleep still eluding him, Cal made it down to the gym later than usual for having slept in a bit. He would have slept in longer, but he told himself firmly that he couldn't let those few days of late night writing throw his routine all out of order. He dragged himself there reluctantly, making a slow and lazy job of stretching, and then warming up on the treadmill, hoping to get the movement and the adrenaline and the repeatative, mindless activity going through his body, to wake up his brain, and get back into the swing of things.


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