Post by anacunningham on Jul 21, 2013 19:00:39 GMT -5
Ana liked the gym. Kind of. She wasn’t one of those fitness buffs who got a ‘thrill’ through working out, she had never felt those evasive little endorphins that everyone always talked about. Ana had never had great confidence in her body, being a chubby kid and awkward chubbier teenager hadn’t helped, but no, she didn’t go to the gym to lose weight, primarily at least. Sure, it was a great justification for eating junk food, but still, just some of the secondary reason. No, the main reason Ana went to the gym was to feel strong. As a younger tyke, Ana had a mouth on her, and occasionally, or more frequently than that, it would get her into trouble. Ana learned quickly that she would need to not only learn to fight, but have the strength to follow through. All and all, she needed to be strong. Sure it had started out as just a way to keep kids on the playground from messing with her too much but it had become a reminder. Going to the gym regularly had come and gone, but she always tried to stay strong. When all else failed she had that. When that asshole on the subway grabbed her and pressed against her, rubbing against her. She was too scared to speak, too scared to move as she saw his stupid grinning face from her peripheral vision. She smelt him, but she wasn’t sure what exactly she smelt. It was gross, and weird, and no one else in the train seemed to smell it, just her. No one else seemed to notice. It was for that guy in the bar who had slapped her ass, not once, not even twice, but three times. Coming up to her again and again. Jokingly running away from her. Jokingly hiding between his friends. Until Ana was forced to keep her back to the bar. For all those reasons and more, that was why Ana went to the gym, to feel strong.
She ran in, shifting from foot to foot as she waited to get in. She was out of breath, but not overly so, the cardio just giving her hear the extra kick to get it’s ass in gear. As she walked into the gym she smiled, feeling a little bit more comfortable. She tossed her bag into a locker, grabbing her water. She kept her earbuds on, the music pounding through her head, allowing her to ignore everyone around her. She went into the weight room full of benches, squatracks, even a few punching bags. She went over to the benches, setting everything up. She got under the barbell, lifting it a few times, doing a few repes to warm up. She sat up, stretched a bit, took a swing of water. Then she heard some mumbling and she looked up, a bloke was standing there. She took out an earbud.
“Hey, how many more sets do you have to do?” a guy asked. There were never enough benches in the gym, being asked wasn’t a regular occurrence.
“Uh quite a few,” she mumbled. She hadn’t even finished her warm up. The guy fucked off, and Ana got to actually putting some weights on her barbell. She did a few sets, testing her limits, just see where to start her workoff. Just as she finished and sat down, there was some more mumbling. Another guy was standing in front of her.
“Hey, how many more sets ya got?”
Ana sighed. “A lot.” She glared up at the guy. He seemed offended but Ana paid him no mind. Ana finally laid back, getting to a proper set. She grunted. She knew she sounded ridiculous but she didn’t care, she could feel her muscles start to burn. She braced herself, pushing the bar up, finally finishing the set. She sighed, sitting up and panting slightly. Once more, the dreaded mumbling.
“Do you have many more sets to do?” A guy asked as he stood above her. Ana took a deep breath and stood up.
“Aye, ar’ ya fuckin’ takin’ the piss?” she took out her earbuds. “I ‘ave been asked three fuckin’ times if I’m done with the bench. I got here TEN MINUTES AGO,” her hand swept around the gym. “Ya see how many other benches there are? But nae ya come to the chick cause ya think I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and I’ll be intimidated by ya?” She stepped towards him and poked his chest. “Listen mate, fuck RIGHT off!” She finished with a shout, panting, but not from the exercise this time. Oh Ana, here you go again, starting fights with the meatheads.
She ran in, shifting from foot to foot as she waited to get in. She was out of breath, but not overly so, the cardio just giving her hear the extra kick to get it’s ass in gear. As she walked into the gym she smiled, feeling a little bit more comfortable. She tossed her bag into a locker, grabbing her water. She kept her earbuds on, the music pounding through her head, allowing her to ignore everyone around her. She went into the weight room full of benches, squatracks, even a few punching bags. She went over to the benches, setting everything up. She got under the barbell, lifting it a few times, doing a few repes to warm up. She sat up, stretched a bit, took a swing of water. Then she heard some mumbling and she looked up, a bloke was standing there. She took out an earbud.
“Hey, how many more sets do you have to do?” a guy asked. There were never enough benches in the gym, being asked wasn’t a regular occurrence.
“Uh quite a few,” she mumbled. She hadn’t even finished her warm up. The guy fucked off, and Ana got to actually putting some weights on her barbell. She did a few sets, testing her limits, just see where to start her workoff. Just as she finished and sat down, there was some more mumbling. Another guy was standing in front of her.
“Hey, how many more sets ya got?”
Ana sighed. “A lot.” She glared up at the guy. He seemed offended but Ana paid him no mind. Ana finally laid back, getting to a proper set. She grunted. She knew she sounded ridiculous but she didn’t care, she could feel her muscles start to burn. She braced herself, pushing the bar up, finally finishing the set. She sighed, sitting up and panting slightly. Once more, the dreaded mumbling.
“Do you have many more sets to do?” A guy asked as he stood above her. Ana took a deep breath and stood up.
“Aye, ar’ ya fuckin’ takin’ the piss?” she took out her earbuds. “I ‘ave been asked three fuckin’ times if I’m done with the bench. I got here TEN MINUTES AGO,” her hand swept around the gym. “Ya see how many other benches there are? But nae ya come to the chick cause ya think I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and I’ll be intimidated by ya?” She stepped towards him and poked his chest. “Listen mate, fuck RIGHT off!” She finished with a shout, panting, but not from the exercise this time. Oh Ana, here you go again, starting fights with the meatheads.