DATE: June 7 LOCATION: Indoor Gym TIME: 6:05 am AVAILABILITY: open to all !!
He missed running; it was something that he had no qualms grousing about when it suited him, though it only seemed to suit him when he was alone. It was quite the reminder, to sit upon the weight machines, and be forced to look at the all too familiar white lines upon the ground, inviting, enticing, reminding; Luca could still clearly remember the feeling of adrenaline that always accompanied a good run. A sprint up a hill, a momentum-bound near-tumble down it; sand at his heels, wind in his face - running was nothing but pure good for the body and soul when there was nothing but open space before you. Not running toward anything, away from anything, never thinking of anything but the sound of feet slapping on pavement; the loss of his ability to run was a sliver of precious sanity slipped through the sieve of his mind.
And so he’d settle for weights. He did so almost obsessively, finding himself feeling anxious if he missed a day at the gym. Quite often, he’d find himself walking the track, but never running; when the weight of his limitation was too much, when it was prone to make him angry should he continue walking a moment longer, he’d turn face and trudge to the weights.
Most often he did so alone, but today - be it a good thing or a bad - there was another restless soul who shared the space with him. Luca could not quite make out just who it was; the gym was rife with dim light this early, for none could muster the strength to look directly into a full glare before seven. Under different circumstances, Luca might have been cross that his precious solitude and silence had been disturbed, but he was in a good spirit today, and couldn’t help but call out.
“Hey, there!” he called, hoisting himself from the machine on which he’d been working, “Want to give me a spot?”
