Exercise Jokes Novels & Stories

“Why are you shirtless? And… you look flustered. Is everything okay?” I forced a smile, my pulse roaring in my ears. My cock twitched traitorously against the fabric, still slick from Beverley. “Yeah, just doing some exercises. Got a bit carried away with push-ups and stuff. You know how it is when you’re trying to stay in shape.” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but it came out smooth enough. I stretched casually, hoping it hid the tremble in my arms.

"Besides, I'm still too dizzy to do anything useful. Might as well enjoy the view." I snorted and moved to the heavy bag, immediately beginning a series of combinations—jab, cross, hook, kick. Again and again. The bag absorbed my fury with every punch, and I felt some of the tension begin to ease with each hit. "You know," Jameson said conversationally from the bench, "there are probably more fun ways to work out your frustrations." I stopped mid-punch and turned to stare at him. "Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?"

More laughter exploded, bouncing off the walls. Jefferey leaned casually against a locker, smirking. “Leaf? Nah. More like a toddler learning how to walk.” My jaw tightened. I walked straight to my locker, trying to ignore them. But Jeff’s voice followed, sharp, mocking— “Hey, Jax! Next time try staying on your feet, yeah? Or do you need training wheels?” The room erupted again in laughter. My shoulders stiffened. I inhaled slowly, trying to remind myself murder was illegal—but only barely.

Linda chuckled and replied, "Well, I guess a gym workout does work up an appetite. The exercise must have revved up our metabolism." Isabella nodded, adding, "Yes, physical activity can make us hungrier. But it's a good kind of hunger, knowing that we've engaged in a healthy and enjoyable activity." Ana joined the conversation, saying, "Absolutely! Exercising is not only a great way to stay fit, but it also stimulates the appetite. Our bodies require nourishment to replenish the energy expended during exercise." The group shared a light-hearted laugh, realising that their increased hunger was a natural consequence of their brisk morning walk along the River Saryu bank. They continued to enjo

I narrowed my eyes in disbelief. "It's nothing serious." He gave me a tight lipped smile. "Exercise makes the mind free." "On a day as hot as this?" I folded my arms. A second milder shrug from him was the best answer I could get. "Fine," I sighed. "Kind of weird, but fine. But, by the moon goddess, do you stink." I pinched my nose for emphasis. He sniffed his shoulders, armpits and then scoffed. "Come on, you're exaggerating."

His shoulders were shaking erratically and he could barely breathe for laughter. I watched his sputtering laugh for about five minutes until I spoke, "If you bang that thing anymore I'm afraid it'll get pregnant." And all the three of them stopped dead in their tracks to look at me, agape. "What! Now I can't even make a joke!?" I deadpanned and Reuben was on again with his next round of unstoppable titters. "...(heavy breathing)...Ahem! That was entertaining. Never knew there existed a being enabling of shutting Lexter off." He mouthed in an amused tone.

“It was amazing.” “Tell me about it.” “She’s… she’s just so easy to talk to! It’s like riding a bike.” “You rode Lo like a bike?” I jested. “Oh shove off,” he said laughing, his face a slight pink now, but from the exercise or my joke I wasn’t sure. “And don’t make jokes about her like that,” he added, slightly serious. “I would never,” I said honestly. “It’s Lo.” I increased my speed while he kept his steady.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

It wasn’t unbearably heavy, but with her lack of exercise, she already felt exhausted. Lucas slid into the driver’s seat and turned to look at her. “You’re worn out this easily because you don’t exercise enough. That’s why you get tired so fast.” “I go jogging every morning. Even running up twenty floors wouldn’t be a problem for me.” “How about this—after we get back from Seaview City, you come jogging with me in the mornings. It’s great for fitness and boosts your immunity. Try it for a few days and see. “I guarantee that after you sweat it out, you’ll feel much lighter. Stick with it for a while and you won’t feel so weak anymore.”

”I travel once in a while, scheme, give the reporters a field day and watch television dramas. Edward chuckled, bringing his full attention to me. ”And you call me boring?“ ”I still have a bit more fun than you.“ ”Alright. Let's both do things we haven't done before.“ ”Like what?“ ”When was the last time you exercised?“ I glanced away, unable to stand the thought of exercising. It was too hard and painful. ”So, you will start exercising as from tomorrow morning,“ Edward decided. ”What do you say to a simple morning jog?“