I saw P__ out of the corner of my eye today.
Lately at the gym, I have been consciously focusing exclusively on working out (i.e. not purposely looking around in hopes of catching a glimpse of him). And honestly, I see this approach as a good thing—especially since, after all, I am there to workout.
When I happened to see him (he didn’t see me), he was on the last leg of his exercise routine—abdominal work. His normal practice after abdominals was to head to the Men’s Locker Room and commence getting ready to head out.
I am happy to say that although I was on a machine near said Locker Room, I finished my downstairs workout and then went upstairs for my cardio without lagging behind in hopes of “accidentally” running into him.
Yes, I fantasized about how pleasant it could be were he to come over and say hello. But, not enough to obsess about it in detail, or wish for it with every fiber of my being, or even hold it against him for it not coming to pass.
I silently wished him a wonderful day and then returned my attention to the task at hand—Conquering the Treadmill.
The name of the game is Surrender and Release and I’m in it to win it.
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