The Gym; Monday Morning.

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Coughing a bit more than he would have liked, Cal found it a little difficult to drag himself into the gym that morning. As usual, none of the good writing seemed to have picked up until late last night, and that had really needed to stop. Seriously. He rubbed his eyes, ran a hand through his hair, and then reached up to start stretching, hoping it would wake him up because somehow being tired and potentially a little sick while running or lifting weights didn't seem exactly very safe.

[[ you know the drill; all your gymish neeeeds. ]]