Start working out with us dude

“Start working out with us dude,” he says with his smile and those puffy wet lips.


We are going to be over on your side on Saturday afternoon, meet us there at 2.


I go and it’s the quarter back and my friend that used to serve as an alter boy with me.


They are both on the football team and are trying to get the workout done so they can get on to whatever trouble they are going to get in next that night.


“You going to try out for the team dude?”


“I would get injured and crushed. No I don’t need the injuries,” I stammer.


“Dude, football season has already started even though school has not exactly started.”


I realize that he was probably joking around with me about being on the team but I can’t tell.


I noticed some serious tension and apprehension about the year ahead for them. It was a side that they didn’t show when others were around, but they were letting me in on. A few inside jokes flew between the two that I didn’t get.


It was fun working out with them and when he would spot me on bench I really looked at things I had no business looking at. He either doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care. The workout is done in 45 minutes. We all go our separate ways.


Football practice started for them and they didn’t feel like that extra workout was needed anymore after they fall into the rhythm of the season, so I found myself going by myself, some of the other dudes from school showing up randomly, but I enjoyed the vibe of the place.

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Then I started working out downtown, at a place that usually only had one or two other people when I would go.

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