I waltzed into the gym with a billowy swagger like wheat blowing in the wind.
Some weedy spiv in a gym uniform T-Shirt stepped up to greet me.
Welcome, if there is anything you need help with just ask.
He said with a pleasant smile.
I'm looking for Sarah Connor.
I grunted as I pushed past him.
He let out a startled squawk.
I snorted at my own joke and proceeded onward, the floor shuddering under my mighty feet.
Folding my arms, I stopped and surveyed the grunting bodies and sweating flesh before me.
Something that was a mix of a sneer and a smile painted itself on my muscular face.
I was home.
It had been many months since I had been to the gym but I was going on holiday in less than a month's time and had decided it was time to scrub up dem abs for the beach.
Stepping up to the first machine. I switched the weight up to a hundred and massive-teen.
I sat and pushed the handles up.
Greeeugggh!!
Stiffly the weights rose. I let out a mighty grunt and let the bar slam down after one rep with a giant clang.
Standing, I stretched my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the appreciative glances of my fellow muscle-o-nauts.
That's right sisters, I'm back in the game.
Like a lithe panther, I prowled among the oh-so-familiar machines despite the time that had passed since I had last stepped foot in the place.
I took a moment to congratulate myself on my gymery.
Without doubt, I was a snarling gym dog comprised of prime beef.
I moved over to another machine. It was set at forty kilos.
I trumpeted with contempt like an elephant given a pair of socks for Christmas and slid the weight peg up to a hundred and ninety million.
Before sitting I looked around and made sure everyone could marvel at my titanic majesty.
I sat and heaved at the bar, it barely moved.
Huuurghern!
I yelled as I let the bar crash down the monster two inches I had eventually managed to raise it.
I grabbed my towel. It had been a good session. I headed for the showers ignoring the admiring glances from the weak scum who wished that they could be me.
Later, as I sauntered into the office, one of the ladies I worked with, Kali-Mari, stopped me in the hallway.
Her mouth dropped open in an astonished O shape. She held a hand up before me.
My handsome muscularity must have overwhelmed her. Perhaps I would gift her some of myseed so that she might birth strong sons?
Oh my god, BoomDawg!? Are you alright? Have you been for a curry? You are all purple and sweaty!?!
She exclaimed rather loudly.
I narrowed my eyes at her and made a smimf'ing sound.
Hmmph, no seed for you then.
