Some people binge on candy, other people punch pillows, and there are some absolutely crazy motherfuckers out there who go on the bus and scream at strangers. That’s their way of releasing stress.
Me? I go to the gym. I go to a specific squat rack. I put my headphones in and just completely zone out, managing to tune even the obnoxious gym music out. And it works. It works so fucking well.
That is, when there’s no one around.
But even at a 24 hour gym, when I go at 11:00 P.M expecting the gym to be practically empty, there’s always that one guy. This time he’s average height, wearing a t-shirt he’s completely sweat through and shorts, doing his bicep curls with terrible form.
I can tell he’s looking my way every couple of seconds, and briefly consider moving to another rack but this one is optimally positioned in front of the mirror which lets me check my form. I shouldn’t have worn these leggings today, they make my ass look way too fucking good which means guys like this will salivate over me.