ups and pull ups on. To me, that was cheating. I used the guy bar because I didn't want to be able to touch the ground so that I had to force myself to go all the way. When it comes to working out, I am very hard core, and I don't mess around.
Mostly men did this course while enraptured females watched from the side lines. Another reason to come at this time of day versus later. Only a few men, and no other females to watch and annoy me. It was my first time back since before Christmas. I was rusty. I usually had a timed routine I put myself through that was worked out to fourteen minutes whenever I was on my game. I do the course three good times before abs. Today I anticipated about fifteen and a half minutes to get back into it. I put on my hard core rock, popped my neck, and rolled my shoulders. I was off, jogging through the tires, then over to the rope that I climbed until I hit the area that it was suspended from. I climbed back down and jogged over to the monkey bars, throwing myself across them. My hands were already beginning to get raw. Garden gloves and vaseline would be the cure for the calluses I would have after I was done, though I didn’t care about my hands too much. My mother chided me about lady’s hands though, so I found that was a happy medium.
The intense music pumped through my veins along with the adrenaline. I jumped up to the pull up bar and managed to do three successfully. I would have to work up to four on my next round. I ran over to the net and climbed it as it rocked all over the place. At the top, I hoisted myself over the wall, landed on my feet, making my legs soft so that the impact would be lessened. I ran back over to the tires and proceeded to do my whole routine again. At the stupid pull up bar, I was only able to do three, damn it. I climbed the net and was kind of throwing an inner fit at my personal failure. I am very competitive, so I was frustrated with my rustiness. When I jumped to the ground this time, there was a guy that was in front of me at the tires. Dark hair, wife beater, even though it was cold, sunglasses, black workout pants, muscular, all-in-all a very yummy distraction from my personal anger. His routine was just a bit different than mine, so we didn't bump into each other often, but at that pull up bar he easily pulled himself up about seven times like it was nothing. Grrr... I jumped up to it, and I pushed my pride very hard, finally nailing that fourth. I jumped down and gave myself a brief fist pump with a big smile. He looked over at me and smiled appreciatively before he ran to the rope while I ran to the net again. He was fast, because soon he was on the net, and it rocked a little harder as he completely passed me up and jumped easily over the wall, landing gracefully on his feet. I jumped down right behind him, and he gave me an impressed nod. Whoop, whoop! Just for my pride's sake I went ahead and did one more lap. After all, wasn't it as though this man was challenging me to workout with him? This time there were two more men on the course. I had to work hard to get around them. This was getting a little crowded.
My pony tail swung against my back as I climbed the rope quickly so as not to get my butt handed to me too badly by these beasts of men surrounding me. I received a couple of good looks as some more walked by and dried their faces with towels while they blatantly watched, finished with their morning runs. I ignored them and pushed myself as I slapped the top and shimmied down. I ran to the monkey bars and followed an attractive torso across.
I smiled and told myself to focus, but now I dreaded that stupid pull up bar. The thing was now nasty and slick from sweat and dew since the sun had risen completely, so when I jumped to reach it, my hands slipped right off of it. Just before I could embarrass myself, I felt hands capture me around my
Mostly men did this course while enraptured females watched from the side lines. Another reason to come at this time of day versus later. Only a few men, and no other females to watch and annoy me. It was my first time back since before Christmas. I was rusty. I usually had a timed routine I put myself through that was worked out to fourteen minutes whenever I was on my game. I do the course three good times before abs. Today I anticipated about fifteen and a half minutes to get back into it. I put on my hard core rock, popped my neck, and rolled my shoulders. I was off, jogging through the tires, then over to the rope that I climbed until I hit the area that it was suspended from. I climbed back down and jogged over to the monkey bars, throwing myself across them. My hands were already beginning to get raw. Garden gloves and vaseline would be the cure for the calluses I would have after I was done, though I didn’t care about my hands too much. My mother chided me about lady’s hands though, so I found that was a happy medium.
The intense music pumped through my veins along with the adrenaline. I jumped up to the pull up bar and managed to do three successfully. I would have to work up to four on my next round. I ran over to the net and climbed it as it rocked all over the place. At the top, I hoisted myself over the wall, landed on my feet, making my legs soft so that the impact would be lessened. I ran back over to the tires and proceeded to do my whole routine again. At the stupid pull up bar, I was only able to do three, damn it. I climbed the net and was kind of throwing an inner fit at my personal failure. I am very competitive, so I was frustrated with my rustiness. When I jumped to the ground this time, there was a guy that was in front of me at the tires. Dark hair, wife beater, even though it was cold, sunglasses, black workout pants, muscular, all-in-all a very yummy distraction from my personal anger. His routine was just a bit different than mine, so we didn't bump into each other often, but at that pull up bar he easily pulled himself up about seven times like it was nothing. Grrr... I jumped up to it, and I pushed my pride very hard, finally nailing that fourth. I jumped down and gave myself a brief fist pump with a big smile. He looked over at me and smiled appreciatively before he ran to the rope while I ran to the net again. He was fast, because soon he was on the net, and it rocked a little harder as he completely passed me up and jumped easily over the wall, landing gracefully on his feet. I jumped down right behind him, and he gave me an impressed nod. Whoop, whoop! Just for my pride's sake I went ahead and did one more lap. After all, wasn't it as though this man was challenging me to workout with him? This time there were two more men on the course. I had to work hard to get around them. This was getting a little crowded.
My pony tail swung against my back as I climbed the rope quickly so as not to get my butt handed to me too badly by these beasts of men surrounding me. I received a couple of good looks as some more walked by and dried their faces with towels while they blatantly watched, finished with their morning runs. I ignored them and pushed myself as I slapped the top and shimmied down. I ran to the monkey bars and followed an attractive torso across.
I smiled and told myself to focus, but now I dreaded that stupid pull up bar. The thing was now nasty and slick from sweat and dew since the sun had risen completely, so when I jumped to reach it, my hands slipped right off of it. Just before I could embarrass myself, I felt hands capture me around my
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