Gym; Sunday Afternoon [ 02/15 ].

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It was Sunday, and he was definitely still himself, so Cal (eventually) managed to drag himself out of bed, wake up a little, and shuffle down to the gym for some weight training. After some stretching, he settled into his reps lightly. If anyone asked, he had prepared the excuse that he'd just been too busy having something notably wrong with him the past few weekends and didn't want to throw himself back into it heavily and wind up hurting himself. The excuse was not the real reason. The real reason was simply that he was way too distracted, thinking about how nice the weekend had been, and was likely to get a barbell dropped on his toe if he didn't go light.


[[ Open for all your gymly needs, although I'm likely to be ridiculously slow until this evening ]]