Skipping Spin Class Doesn't Mean You Avoid The (Annoying) Questions
Skipping Spin Class Doesn't Mean You Avoid The (Annoying) Questions
Day 177 of The Andie Chronicles
GG was heading into spin class when I arrived at the gym.
For the rest of yesterday, she and Sophia insisted I tell them everything about Cooper. How did we meet? What was happening between us now? Where did I see it going?
I hated the questions; all I knew right now was that I missed him, and I had zero idea where the relationship was headed.
Sure, we were Instagram official, but he was still in Surfers Paradise, and I was in Melbourne Purgatory.
When I saw her take to her spin bike, I didn't feel much like answering more. Nor did I feel like sitting on the bike whilst an instructor barked moves at me.
The gym life with Cooper wasn't dull like my classes; there wasn't anything monotonous about him throwing the weights around, running the ropes and diving, rolling and kicking and putting opponents in strange holds. It looked like fun. And now I regretted having not paid attention to his workout routine.
I was staring at him, but not like that.
Turning away from the spin room, I crossed the gym to a part of the gym I had never ventured to; the weights room.
It wasn't packed like the gym in Queensland. Despite the myriad of equipment and endless ways to entertain yourself, only three people were working out. Three men, that was. Older men, Camberwell men who enjoyed a more leisurely pace to life.
It starkly contrasted the morning classes, where you had to reserve your spot a week in advance. As I walked through the contraptions, I wondered what each one did.
Sitting there alone, I couldn't have told you if the machine was for legs, arms or if it gave you a massage.
Towards the end of the great weights room was a row of ten benches positioned before a mirror and an equally long rack of dumbbells. I knew what these were, and I congratulated myself.
And I understood how to use them.
Well. Sort of.
Picking up the lightest pair I could find, I took my position on the furthest bench, away from anyone who might join me.
It wasn't an elegant workout, but at least it was a little more interesting than the damn bike. After an hour of lifting, grunting, pushing and pulling, I left the weights room and found GG changing in the locker room.
I caught her by surprise. "Where were you? I didn't see you in class."
"Didn't feel like it. I went into the weights room instead." As I stripped back the t-shirt stuck to my body, I felt GG's surprise. "How was it?"
"Quiet." We walked out of the complex together. I followed GG to her car. "I'm driving into the office today. Do you want a lift?"
"Sure, that would be nice." This routine, this pairing of GG and I, had been a long time since this felt normal. But as I thought we might return to some status quo, the tranquillity was broken as she mentioned him.
"What do you think Douglas is planning with the dates?"
I didn't want to talk about work. I didn't want to analyse the place I would spend the next eight to ten hours enduring. Shut up, I told her internally, stop fucking talking about him, my ex, the loss of my business. Shut up.
But I kept it inside. "I don't know," I conceded. "What have you heard?"
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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