I'm generally at the gym by 7.30 in the morning; if I'm any later, there are more people competing for the machines. But, with the winter coming on, Marilyn suggested I might leave it a bit later to miss any early-morning frost on the roads. It was about 8.30 when I arrived this morning and there was only one other car in the carpark. That's odd, I thought, I would expect there to be half a dozen at least.
I heard the music as soon as I opened the front door. It was louder than I've ever heard it. There were just three people on the machines: two burly fellows with tattoos and surly expressions, and a teenage boy, all skinny arms and legs and a too-long ginger mop of hair. They'd set up camp in one corner which included two of the machines I normally use and they were taking turns on them.
I wasn't comfortable but I completed my routine on the machines which were available and left quietly. I hope they're not going to become regulars.
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