I spoke with Gabi a bit longer, with all the sad talk I almost forgot I had to workout. I agreed with my best friend that I would go to the gym and then I'd come back to have a self care session after ordering some lunch for us. I wanted to make sure she wasn't alone for long but I hadn't gotten a proper workout ever since I met Jude and it was already making my skin itch.
There was no point in taking a bath before gym so I headed home, did some laundry and put a cute workout set before heading to the gym. I did the same as usual, as soon as I got there I put my headphones on and hoped to forget about the world. The gym and art were my two getaways. As long as the music was blasting and the muscles hurting from weight lifting I was good.
I started the workout by running, intertwining slow speed with fast to make sure I was burning as much calories as possible. I had noticed the gym receptionists had been nicer than usual but it hadn't clicked yet.
It was when I was on the leg press that I noticed a group of girls chatting and looking over at me. At first I honestly thought that something was wrong with my outfit. I took a quick look and everything seemed to be fine so I tried to brush it off. However, moments later they were taking photos of me without even trying to act like they weren't which made me uncomfortable.
I finished my set, took my headphones off and walked over to the girls.
"Is there any problem? Why are you taking pictures of me?" I asked the other girls, I could tell they were English which wasn't surprising considering the amount of British people that lived in the Algarve now. I usually wasn't confrontational but how dare they interrupt my first training of nearly two days. I kept a calm tone, I just really wanted to know why the fuck they were taking pictures.
