Gym Launch Novels & Stories

Even though it wasn’t her fault, she still feels terrible about it. Once Shayla got ready, we drove to the gym, which was ten minutes from our house. Shayla looks around the gym at all the men, and I can see the dread in her eyes. “Out.” Josh orders when he too noticed the panic in Shayla’s eyes, and everyone clears out, leaving us alone. Josh was part owner of the gym. He and our mutual friend Murray opened the place five years ago. It was a boxing and mixed martial arts club where I often come to train with Josh and Murray— a Muay Thai instructor.

“Ha! Such a humble guy. I can’t wait to see if you live up to your own hype.” “You’ll see in a few minutes.” He pulled into the parking lot, and before I knew it, we were inside the gym. It was a cavern of punching bags, mats, treadmills, weights, and weight machines. In the center of it all was a giant octagonal cage. Bryan gave me a quick tour, pointing out the spa, the locker rooms, and finally stopping in one of the smaller, mat-lined areas. “And this is where you will come to know true pain,” he said with a wink.

His footsteps were slow but inevitable as he crossed the threshold into the gym space. Damn! This is going to be fun

He stretched the flyer toward me and started talking again, his voice smooth and steady. “We just opened a new gym down the street. State-of-the-art equipment, personal trainers, classes, all that. And we’re giving out discount coupons for people in the neighborhood. The first month is half off, and—” Gym. The second that word hit my ears, something inside me twisted hard. My brain didn’t even process the rest. Everything inside me snapped back to Mark in the bedroom, pointing at my stomach and my waist, telling me to fix myself. To work on myself. Like my body was some problem he needed solved.

in the most secure way possible. The gym itself took up most of the lower east wing, with padded floors in one section, free weights along the far wall, heavy bags hanging near the mirrors, and a row of treadmills and bikes no one in the pack seemed to respect much. Matthew stood near the entrance with a mug of coffee in one hand, looking far too awake and far too amused. “You,” he said to Decker, “are under strict instructions not to rip yourself open.” Decker rolled one shoulder. “That phrase is getting old.”

He said and dragged Wilson by the arm around the gym, introducing and explaining the functions of each equipment. There were manual weights and technologically adjustable weights ('tech weights', as they were more commonly called.)of all kinds; the punching bags were top gear, capable of withstanding even the fiercest of abilities. The treadmills could move as fast as 300km per hr, so that even the speedsters would have no need to restrain themselves when making use of them. The gym had fighting rings for fight practice and sparring and even provided trainers for those who preferred systemized training as well as a motivator. Needless to say, these trainers, with their good looks and bodies;

Orion chuckels behind me and I konow he picked up on that, I just pray that he doesn't say anything to Aziel. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The gym was located in the basement but in another location of the mansion, the equipment in the gym are all very modern, not at all what I was imagaining. There was five treadmills in a row, three cross trainers, four exercise bikes and of course some mirrors. In the corner there is a boxing ring and in the other corner there were a leg press, a rowing machine, dumb balls, body building gym things and even fitness equipment. When we got in a few steps, the guys who were already th

A subtle emptiness lingered in his words. As we continued our tour, the gym took me by surprise. I knew Landon was particular about his fitness, but the gym surpassed all expectations. His commitment to a healthy lifestyle was evident in the vast array of exercise equipment. The gym was spacious enough to accommodate an army. Sasha eagerly pointed at the gleaming exercise machines. "Can I work out here, Mom?" I chuckled. "We'll certainly consider it." Landon's smile brightened, clearly delighted by Sasha's excitement. "We can work out together, Sasha," he playfully teased.

Tyler said about to drop me off at the gym to check it out, and I nodded, excited. As soon as we arrived, I was greeted by the instructor who gave me some guidelines and advised me to start slowly. He told me that my body might get tired, but I shouldn't take pain medication or stop. He recommended a nutritionist and gave me a little card to start next week. On the same street near the gym, there was a clothing store. Taking advantage of Tyler being at work, I tried on some leggings and tops for the gym and ended up accidentally bumping into someone.

Every eye in the gym locked onto me. This was it; there would be no more running, no more hiding. I lifted my chin, squared my shoulders, and signalled to Jake to start the music. The opening beats filled the gym. And I began.