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“What do you mean?” he said, keeping his eyes on me. “What exactly are you looking for?” “Nothing,” I quickly sputtered. Then, channeling my inner Hunter S. Thompson, gonzo-journalist of true fearlessness and extemporization, I added; “I’m just an upright, patriotic citizen like yourself. I’m only interested in the truth.” If this answer satisfied or confused him I could not be sure, but he did not pursue it any further. He did become a little less talkative after that, however, more pointing at than explaining the features scattered about the room. Eventually he left me to explore a bit on my own, so I resumed my taxonomy of the patrons. Men out ratioed women by a count of 10 : 1, so apparently the right to obsess about body image has – very progressively - already bridged the gender divide. There were the standard issue body-builders, the neurotic vegan waif archetypes, and the ultra-marathon obsessives, of course. But that wasn’t all. Here was a jet-lagged businesswoman, gamely trying to outrace her circadian cycle on the stationary bike. Another, clearly over-caffeinated student, trying to sweat out the last of three double-espresso Americanos after a marathon study session. And here, locked away in a corner all by himself was an… Errol? “Hey, Errol! What the hell are you doing here?” Errol, my neighbor from a few doors down, looked up – thoroughly startled. “Oh… hey… How are you?” “Sleepy,” I answered honestly. “It’s like 1am. This is when you work out? Now? Here?” I’d never pictured Errol as a “workout” guy. He was not possessed of the typical athletic spirit, at least not to my perception. “You animal! I’d never have believed it – Errol the gym-rat! What’s the matter, just can’t get enough of the burn?” JUNE • 17 wellth.xyz 33 SP2663 23” JUMBO SPORTS BAG


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