Gym Launch Novels & Stories

The gym was deserted as no one came in there so early which is why he took her at this hour. The gym gave a very dark vibe as the walls were not properly painted. The cement was chipping off from them and everything was basically black. The metal training equipments were void of any damages and almost new. “You punch like a girl!” Jay commented holding the kickboxing bag in his hands. Mayra raised one of her brows staring sternly at the man in front of her. “Because I am!” Mayra replied kicking Jay on his legs and taking advantage of the shock to punch him on his stomach.

He just wished that Dalmi didn’t visit that place while he wasn’t around. “Mr. Thompson! You are here!” a man with a bulky body approached him with a wide smile. Jake, his instructor, went towards him and gave him a fist bump. “Hey, it’s been a while. I wonder if my membership is still valid for today?” he asked and roamed his eyes in the gym. The huge, mirrored room was filled with gym equipment and some people inside. There are both men and women inside, some are doing Zumba at the far end of the room, while some are doing individual exercises on the treadmills and some are lifting weights with their instructors.

Rune asked with a serious look. "Everything is good now. How are you? How is the gym?" I asked with a grin. "I'm good, the gym is great. O bought out old Simon's shared of it five months ago and business has been on the rise ever since." He informed me. "That's great! You have been planning that for so long. I'm glad that you were finally able to do it. Congratulations!" I cheered and he smiled. "Rune, this is Lance, Lance this is Rune, my trainer." I introduced the two and they shook hands.

I said simply. A pause. Then a knowing sigh. “That bad?” I grinned. “That good.” Dylan chuckled. "Alright, give me thirty. I’ll meet you there." The underground gym was dimly lit, the air thick with sweat, blood, and raw aggression. This wasn’t some fancy fitness center with overpriced protein shakes and personal trainers. This was a cage. A place where men came to fight, to break themselves down and build themselves back up again. Dylan was already warming up by the time I arrived, rolling his shoulders as he eyed me.

“This is my baby. Worked really hard to get this gym open and get a reputation. It’s pretty full most days.” I stepped in and looked around. It was full. The gym was set up in different stations. It looked like each station was a six-minute workout. Some was boxing, some was kicking, some was cardio, and some was weight training. The entire circuit would take an hour. There were people at every station working out, waiting for the lights to change. Upbeat music played and every six minutes, the lights above the station would flash and everyone would rotate left. It was impressive and I couldn’t wait to get started.

I’m gonna need something to relieve my tension on. I’m not oblivious to the fact that Ezra’s home is technically a cavern in a rather large mountain, but the gym in this place is enormous. When he opened the door, I stepped in and turned my head this way and that to take it all in. There wasn’t any expense that had been spared when creating this space. There was every piece of equipment imaginable, including a sparring ring and an area for weightlifting.

I love the idea that no one is left out. We walked through a double set of doors and was welcomed to a complete fitness room filled with weights, treadmills, cycles, leg and extension curl machines, functional trainers with weighted plates, etc. There are at least two hundred pieces of equipment in here if not more. Gray gym mats covered the floor hugging all the way to the walls. Almost all of the gym equipment was in use, and everyone stopped what they were doing, once again, and bowed to Gloria as we entered the room. Gloria nodded her head for everyone to continue on as they were, "This is obviously the gym. You are welcome to any machine. I highly recommend waiting to weight lift unless

Flashback to the Gym I should have known something was up when we arrived and found the place empty. The gym was massive, an ultra-modern, state-of-the-art facility with sleek black and silver equipment neatly arranged in different sections. The walls were lined with mirrors that made the space feel even bigger, and recessed ceiling lights cast a bright yet soft glow over the entire area. The scent of fresh rubber and faintly lingering cologne from previous users filled the air, blending with the hum of ventilation systems.

"Ms. Middleton is here! I'll whip up some breakfast for you!" "Marianne…” "I made that custard you love. You should have plenty later." "Thank you, Marianne.” I couldn't refuse Marianne’s enthusiasm. Upstairs, Luke and I entered the gym. The 300-square-foot gym was neatly arranged with a treadmill, spin bike, shoulder press machine, and other equipment. I had only used a treadmill before, so it was my go-to choice. "Before exercising, we need to stretch to avoid injury." Following Luke's gaze, I saw two yoga mats about ten feet away.