On many mornings, Robert had a difficult time getting out of bed early to put on workout clothes and get to the gym. Then, once he was there, many times he had difficulty to get really going on the elliptical machine.
Sure, he could simply go through the motions of moving his legs and make the minimal effort. But that wasn’t the kind of workout he knew he should do.
However. On some mornings, the cute woman with the great ass who always wore snug shorts or pants was there. Her hair, usually tied in a ponytail, was intensely black.
He was grateful when she chose the row in front of him to run on a treadmill. On those mornings, Robert had no problem putting in a better workout.
The dark-haired woman, in turn, was flattered by his appreciative looks. But her attention was directed toward the guy, maybe thirty years old, whose cheeks and head were always shaved smooth, and who always wore a sleeve-less muscle shirt to show off his powerful shoulders and arms. She was grateful for when he was there, clenched from lifting weights, as she imagined those arms embracing her.