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The Old Man by The Pool
By Nicholas Deroose
I reached down to tighten the laces on my running shoes and grabbed my iTouch before heading out the door towards the elevator. I scrolled through my music playlist, my earphones already in place, before settling onto an hour long playlist by DJ Louis T. As the opening beats of Jordin Spark’s SOS remix began to thump through my ears, I pressed the lobby button in the elevator and began to psych myself up for a hard workout.
Thank God I live in an apartment building that has a gym downstairs because lord only knows I would not trek out in the winter to go to the gym. I suspect that is probably the number one reason why people get fat during the cold season. Not because they have been overeating and stuffing themselves with sugar and fat rich food, although that is probably a contributing factor, but because the gym is too far away and the couch is warm. It already take a substantial amount of willpower for me to get dress and head down, (I will not go if I do not have a new dance remix to listen to), must less if I had to buddle up, (I hate looking like a dumpling, less is so much more in my opinion) and waddle through slush to get to a gym to workout. I would rather sit on the sofa and let my ass take root while zoning out in front of reruns of Family Guy.
I tap the screen of my iTouch to bring up my new favorite application called Gym Free. Gym Free allows you to select and customize a workout routine if you chose and also allows you to log in the number of repetitions you did with what size weight. I have always been rather free formed with my workouts depending on how hyped or tired I felt during that day but with this application I feel that there is more structure top my workout and I am actually heading to some sort of goal. I hope to put on ten more pounds of muscle and I am already halfway there.
Grabbing two 25lb dumbbells, I began to do some upright rows lifting the dumbbells from my sides to my chest. As I heaved out six repetitions in front of the mirror, I noticed a figure crossing in the background. He was slightly hunched over and wearing a large and heavy red bathrobe. As he shuffled slowly in his green bath slippers, he glanced up at me and our eyes met for a second acknowledging each other as residents of the building.
I continued to do some arm curls and shoulder shrugs before moving to the next room where the sit up bench was. As I entered, I cocked my head to the side to check out any activity by the indoor pool which was in the room opposite. The facility was empty except for the old man who was taking a nap in on the deck chairs. The glare of the winter sun lit up his already pale skin making it glow against his red bathrobe. His mouth was slightly ajar and lower lip drooped down like his cheeks casting an angelic but slightly sloppy expression.
I raised the sit-up bench to its highest incline and hook on my legs to begin my set. As I raised myself up and clenched my core muscles I noticed a stir in his slumber. With each sit-up, I watched him slowly get up and begin to undress himself. Because of his unhurried pace, the scene unfolded like a flipbook with each raise. He undid the loose knot around his waist and shed his heavy garment to reveal a bright red bikini Speedo. I paused for a second to catch my breath. It was not because I did a gasp at the sight, I have seen worse (think of an overweight short 200lb guy in a white g-string on the beach, ON THE BEACH!), but I have to admit my eyeballs did clench a little.
He slowly crossed the deck to the other side of the pool to lower himself into the water with the aid of a ladder and as he passed me I did a silent WOW in my mind. You work it gurl. By the looks of his snow white hair and the frame of his shriveled body, I am guessing this guy must be at least 70. I wonder if I will be swimming in a Speedo at that age because I do coincidentally own a pair of red ones too but don’t think I would be quite as confidant to rock out a skimpy pair of trunks at that age.
Like a creepy pervert, I continued to watch him as he gracefully did some slow strokes in the pool, the ripples doing dances of light on the ceiling. (I wonder if he was a swimmer in his younger days.) He did a couple of laps, five to be exact, before climbing out of the pool to soak in the hot tub. As the turned to face me from across the room, I finally snapped out of my daze and got off the sit-up bench to return to the weight room.
I did a couple more lying rows to work on my back muscles before calling it a day. It was about time too because my workout mix was coming to an end and my muscles were starting to burn with pain. I took a breather in front of the mirror, sweat glistening off my tanned skin, my face pink from the strain. I wonder if I will look any different with five more pounds of muscle on me. I wonder if I will be satisfied.
Removing my earphones and I wrapped them around my music player. (He is always by himself, where is his family?) Five more pounds, just five more pounds….
I reached down to tighten the laces on my running shoes and grabbed my iTouch before heading out the door towards the elevator. I scrolled through my music playlist, my earphones already in place, before settling onto an hour long playlist by DJ Louis T. As the opening beats of Jordin Spark’s SOS remix began to thump through my ears, I pressed the lobby button in the elevator and began to psych myself up for a hard workout.
Thank God I live in an apartment building that has a gym downstairs because lord only knows I would not trek out in the winter to go to the gym. I suspect that is probably the number one reason why people get fat during the cold season. Not because they have been overeating and stuffing themselves with sugar and fat rich food, although that is probably a contributing factor, but because the gym is too far away and the couch is warm. It already take a substantial amount of willpower for me to get dress and head down, (I will not go if I do not have a new dance remix to listen to), must less if I had to buddle up, (I hate looking like a dumpling, less is so much more in my opinion) and waddle through slush to get to a gym to workout. I would rather sit on the sofa and let my ass take root while zoning out in front of reruns of Family Guy.
I tap the screen of my iTouch to bring up my new favorite application called Gym Free. Gym Free allows you to select and customize a workout routine if you chose and also allows you to log in the number of repetitions you did with what size weight. I have always been rather free formed with my workouts depending on how hyped or tired I felt during that day but with this application I feel that there is more structure top my workout and I am actually heading to some sort of goal. I hope to put on ten more pounds of muscle and I am already halfway there.
Grabbing two 25lb dumbbells, I began to do some upright rows lifting the dumbbells from my sides to my chest. As I heaved out six repetitions in front of the mirror, I noticed a figure crossing in the background. He was slightly hunched over and wearing a large and heavy red bathrobe. As he shuffled slowly in his green bath slippers, he glanced up at me and our eyes met for a second acknowledging each other as residents of the building.
I continued to do some arm curls and shoulder shrugs before moving to the next room where the sit up bench was. As I entered, I cocked my head to the side to check out any activity by the indoor pool which was in the room opposite. The facility was empty except for the old man who was taking a nap in on the deck chairs. The glare of the winter sun lit up his already pale skin making it glow against his red bathrobe. His mouth was slightly ajar and lower lip drooped down like his cheeks casting an angelic but slightly sloppy expression.
I raised the sit-up bench to its highest incline and hook on my legs to begin my set. As I raised myself up and clenched my core muscles I noticed a stir in his slumber. With each sit-up, I watched him slowly get up and begin to undress himself. Because of his unhurried pace, the scene unfolded like a flipbook with each raise. He undid the loose knot around his waist and shed his heavy garment to reveal a bright red bikini Speedo. I paused for a second to catch my breath. It was not because I did a gasp at the sight, I have seen worse (think of an overweight short 200lb guy in a white g-string on the beach, ON THE BEACH!), but I have to admit my eyeballs did clench a little.
He slowly crossed the deck to the other side of the pool to lower himself into the water with the aid of a ladder and as he passed me I did a silent WOW in my mind. You work it gurl. By the looks of his snow white hair and the frame of his shriveled body, I am guessing this guy must be at least 70. I wonder if I will be swimming in a Speedo at that age because I do coincidentally own a pair of red ones too but don’t think I would be quite as confidant to rock out a skimpy pair of trunks at that age.
Like a creepy pervert, I continued to watch him as he gracefully did some slow strokes in the pool, the ripples doing dances of light on the ceiling. (I wonder if he was a swimmer in his younger days.) He did a couple of laps, five to be exact, before climbing out of the pool to soak in the hot tub. As the turned to face me from across the room, I finally snapped out of my daze and got off the sit-up bench to return to the weight room.
I did a couple more lying rows to work on my back muscles before calling it a day. It was about time too because my workout mix was coming to an end and my muscles were starting to burn with pain. I took a breather in front of the mirror, sweat glistening off my tanned skin, my face pink from the strain. I wonder if I will look any different with five more pounds of muscle on me. I wonder if I will be satisfied.
Removing my earphones and I wrapped them around my music player. (He is always by himself, where is his family?) Five more pounds, just five more pounds….
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