As I end my shift as a Snap Fitness employee I let out a sigh of relief. I clock out and throw my tank top on. Today is leg day, I’m ready for a nice pump. I look outside to see snowflakes falling from the skies abyss. There’s actually a lot of people here for a Friday night. 3 friends around age 18, an old lady, 2 middle aged men, and a kid in a hoodie around the same age as the other kids surround the clanking metal weights.Today I have 4 sets of 4 reps on pause squat and of course my favorite, the accessories. I drop down onto the bench in front of me. My legs like noodles, my brain a pile of mash potatoes, and my hands like hot dogs. I look around the gym at everyone else putting in the hard work. After a moment finally I push my feet away from the ground and pull myself under the bar.

I finish my workout abruptly except not forgetting to stretch. I then drive home. Sitting at home is a pre-made chicken and rice meal that fills my stomach with its aroma. It may sound basic, but I thoroughly enjoy it. As I grab my fork I realize I have to work again tomorrow. After I finish eating I throw my pillow under my head and turn off the lights, knowing I have to wake up at 7 to start again.

 I wake up the next morning with a surge of tiredness throughout my body and my legs feeling as limp as they did yesterday before my workout. After 20 minutes of sitting on my phone watching other people workout I eat my nutritious breakfast then walk out of the dark oak wooden door. As the door opens I always hear its ear wrenching cry telling me I’m not working hard enough.

On the way to work I turn the dial up to hear Drake playing like he usually does. I put my car into park and I grab my bag. The gym appears to have tumbleweeds blowing around it. I swipe my card and enter. To my surprise, out of the Wild West comes a shorter silhouette. As the figure approaches I can only make it out to be Justin Beiber, but as I approach I know exactly who this person is. I think to myself, is that the kid in the hoodie from last night? He must have stayed all night. I lock eyes with him while he walks out and he glares back, eyebags starting to form in his eyes.