At 30

Day 14: Nothing Good Happens In The Gym

Chapter Fourteen

It has officially been two weeks since I received my cancer news. Time to try to look a little bit healthier so my family doesn't know I'm dying. Today, I'm going to hit the gym.

I've been to the gym frequently before. But not with hot pink hair. And also I lied. I've only been to the gym like once. Is it just me or I really hate the gym?

If I really have to run, I'd rather run at a sports stadium or a park. The gym reeks of metal and sweat. Just bulky men comparing their muscles and competing who can lift the heaviest weight. I bet today will be the same.

Nothing good happens in the gym. Yes, I've only been there once. But once is enough for me to know that. The fantasy of hot guys hitting you up in the gym? Yeah, never going to happen in real life. That's why it's called 'fantasy'.

I tied up my hot pink hair into a ponytail and oh my god. It looks like a feather duster. I change into some active wear and start making my way to the gym.

My predictions are right. The gym is filled with bulky men and it reeks of metal and sweat. I almost instantly regret coming here. Why did I decide to go to the gym?

"Ugh."

I manage to find an empty locker, took out my towel, threw the rest of my stuff inside and locked it up.

"Okay, let's see. There's one treadmill empty. I can start with some cardio warm-up."

I click on the buttons and change some settings. I pace myself to start some fast walking. After working out some sweat, I begin to run. I stop after forty-five minutes and I was panting profusely.

"Huh. It's slow but forty-five minutes of running is not too shabby for a person dying in two weeks."

Feeling extremely proud and satisfied with myself, I move on to do some weights. Fortunately, this gym recently separates the area into men, women, and mixed.

I tried lifting the 5kg weight and I couldn't. For some reason, it hurts. It's like the bones in my arm are shattered. For a moment, I stand there stunned.

"Hey, are you done choosing?"

"Oh... sorry."

I move away and walk towards the locker room. I want to leave this gym. I can't seem to bring myself to stay here any second longer.

Before I left, I look myself into the big mirror in the locker room. I look... thin. Not the kind of thin girls would go crazy and say things like 'body goals'. The kind of thin that I look and think... 'disgusting'.

My face looks pale too. I hope it's because I didn't put on any make-up. The only thing about me that looks bright is my hot pink hair.

I quickly gather my things and ran out of the gym. It's going to be okay, Eve. I still have two weeks.

See, I told you, nothing good happens in the gym.

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