Mind Gym Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Something that'd take my mind off Isla, Bryan and even make me think clearly of the puzzle Davis was bent on solving. A few minutes later, I was dressed in black sweats, black joggers and slipping black gym gloves on. I needed to share my frustration with a punching bag. The drive to the private gym took about thirty minutes. It was still midday so the place wasn't crowded. “Well, who do we have here?,” McIntyre grinned, throwing me a taunting look. “It's the great Hardy himself. ” We exchanged a firm handshake, as McIntyre went over how long it had been since I last showed up in his gym.

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.”

— Max My legs moved on their own along the treadmill, the cool sweat caused by the sweltering heat trickled down my back in torrents. I had my earphones plugged in, listening to an Eminem smash jam, but it slowly morphed now to one of the numerous, distinctive voices in my head. My unsteady breathing and the sound of my feet connecting hard on the surface rang loudly through the empty gym. I needed to get rid of this anger. I needed to get rid of this pain. I was running faster and faster until I was levitating.

“I’ll ask Desmond if it’s still a crime scene. If it isn’t, then there is no harm in you going in some hours during the day, but make sure you close before nightfall.” “That will be great, Boss. I await your feedback,” she says eagerly. “Okay, Amanda. I am heading into the gym. Talk to you later.” “Okay, Boss. Break a sweat!” We laugh and hang up. I get to the gym, set the treadmill for an hour, plug in hip-hop music, and get lost. I forget everything but the feel of my legs and the burn. It’s been a while, so I am way out of shape. Gabe blends into the background. Once my timer is up, we head back up to my apartment.

With a frown she stood up from her seat and went down stairs. When she stepped onto the landing she followed the music towards the back of the house. In one of the last rooms on the bottom floor of the house was a full size gym. She could see Bridgette stretching as the music began to pick up an even faster pace and the words alternated between Japanese and English. The small young woman in front of her was completely unaware of her audience. She stood watching as she began to wrap her hands and feet, noticing for the first time that she was completely barefoot. For the first time since she had met her Bridgette looked at peace as she took her stance in front of a punching bag just in time f

'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN' he said with a deep masculine voice Karen immediately felt chills run down her spine. 'Even tho I lose my memories, I will never forget his voice' she whispered under her breath 'Let's begin' The echo of his voice lingered for a while around the room 'One two , One two...' She tried concentrating 'Jeez what's happening to me? I can't even concentrate anymore' After an hour of the workout, Karen was sweating profusely and was trying to catch her breath when Quinn jogged towards her

Go until there's no more go in me left and I'm collapsing because I've given it everything I have. Rolling my shoulders, I strip off the shirt that's feeling way too restrictive and push my athletic shorts a little further down on my hips. Even though they're loose, they aren't doing anything for the erection still there from last night. Heading out to the garage where I have some equipment, I open the bay doors and do a few stretches, limbering myself up. Thinking better of it, I stop and turn on a few of the oscillating fans I keep out here. Temps in the low-eighties mean it'll be almost unbearable in here by the time I'm done. When I'm sufficiently warmed up, I use the code to unlock my c

"Ooh, solo mission. Text me if he answers the door shirtless." "Ha ha." But Audrey's stomach flipped as she approached. The gym doors were propped open, but inside, echoes faded. Locker room door ahead, steam wafting faintly—showers still running? She knocked lightly. No answer. Heart pounding, she pushed it open a crack. "Morgan? Your phone..."The air hit her first—humid, thick with soap and that musky post-game tang. Lockers lined the walls, benches cluttered with discarded jerseys and shin guards. Most were empty, bags zipped and gone. But at the far end, under the harsh fluorescent buzz, Morgan stood with his back half-turned, fresh from the shower.He was stark naked.Time slowed. Water d

At least, this morning, I had woken up and decided to make use of gym, because I wasn’t feeling any way like I was sick or still a little bit weak. And so I had gone off to work out, spending a good hour in there and loving every minute of it. I had taken my phone along with me this morning, into the gym and had first of all connected my phone’s Bluetooth with the stereo player, and then I had gone into my Apple Music immediately.

“Okay, but give me something to work with here.” I shook my head, exhausted already, as we parked outside the gym. The scent of rubber mats and metal hit immediately when we stepped inside. Music thumped through the speakers overhead while weights clanged rhythmically somewhere farther back. Conversations overlapped with the whirring hum of treadmills and the occasional sharp whistle from trainers. “Bro, this is painful to watch,” Tyler muttered. “You’re acting like you’re heading into war.” “This is my actual life, Tyler. Not one of your theatre rehearsals.”