Intertwined Hearts

Gettin real...and fit.

I'm with Steven at the gym.

Yep, that's right. The fucking gym.

Slash was doing some work getting back on track with Duff and said he would be gone for a week or so.
The doctors are telling Steven that he needs at least a half hour of exercise each day. been sober for a good amount of time now, so we've been somewhat detoxing ourselves. (even though he has damaged himself more than I have). So he's been in town for some interviews and we've been going to this gym for about two weeks. But it really wasn't too beneficial....because after working out we would stand on the corner by the busy traffic and smoke a cigarette or two. Yeah. That's how motivated we were.

He actually was a pretty nice workout partner; he wanted to get things done and he knew what he needed to do...although his feet were really messed up from all the damage he had done to them jumping off the stage and slamming them around, and also that big motorcycle accident he had a year before. When he's got muscle pain, he's always like,  "Hey Rose, meet me at the gym tonight" or "Heya Rose, let's go workout this morning". I never declined.
It was good for me too, cause I had most likely gained at least five pounds or more from my stress eating the past few months. If I'm not smoking, I'm drinking. And if I'm not drinking, I'm definitley eating. I consider myself pretty thick I guess, but you know you're way out of shape when it legitimately hurts just to stretch out your legs. But Steven is nearly a stick. I mean, I'm twenty three and he's forty one...so who has more of the empathy here?

Anyways so we're at the gym, and were on the treadmills,  thinking about how thankful we are that were not being old farts and doing sad aerobics in the room next door.
" Look at that guy," he would cackle, " He's a real life Humpty Dumpty...you could probably knock him over with your fingers."
" I can't tell if he's sitting or standing," He cackled even harder, and I felt so much guilt. I mean, they can't hear what we're saying across the glass wall they could sure as hell read our lips and see us laughing in their direction. This seemed to happen a lot. I mean, we weren't too different from being junkies.
" Jesus Christ..."
" I feel like it would not be worth it to work out at that age... I think I would rather die happy and eat what I want..."
" Whatchu talking about Willis? Bitch you are old."
" Old? You wouldn't know what old was if it hit you upside the head, baby."
" Well I know you, and you old. Whats the difference?"
" Girl, when are you gonna get married?" He changed the subject.
" not sure yet, why?"
" just wondering when I will get ta walk ya down the aisle and give you away."
" You wanna do that, huh?"
" Well I'd be honored. And I'm sure your mama would mind."
I grinned, " We talked about it months ago, but it hasn't come up recently. He's been busy, coming and going. I'm hoping it will soon...when things wind down, and we've both got our heads straight. Cause I want it to be something special, you know? And at the right time."
" D'You think he feels the same way?"
" I sure hope so. Or else I'm working out for no reason trying to loose some extra pounds to fit in a dress!"

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