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May 14, 2007
I am a fierce loner at the gym. I do not understand people who work out in pairs. They talk too much and work too little. They hog the stations, spread their shit everywhere. They chatter and fanny around and get in my way instead of working, watching the clock, counting the seconds from one set to the next. Meanwhile, I am ticking boxes on a work order, packing boxes on a production line. Fifteen reps, move, fifteen reps, move, fifteeen reps, move. A sweat-drenched middle-aged man on a mission. Sometimes I think I know what it is.