The Prayer

Chapter 4 - Something is Different

Gerry woke up the next morning with a feeling that he hadn't had in a long, long, long time. Motivation. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at his wardrobe, he had bought some gym kit a few years back but hadn't used it in an age not to mention he had cancelled his gym membership a few months back. He couldn't quite work put where this had come from, but for one reason or another, he found himself rather adamant that he was going. He shrugged it off and figured that this motivation will probably last about two minutes and by the time it would take to make his breakfast it would have died. He made some toast, scoffed it and then found it was still there. The motivation to go to the gym was still there. 'Well what harm would it do if I went, i can recover tomorrow and be fine by Monday'. So with that he tried on his gym gear (someone must of been watching for him because the stuff still fit him) trotted down his flights of stairs and headed to the gym two blocks down.

Two and a half hours later he was expecting to feel tired but he felt refreshed. He was planning on taking it easy but he was throwing himself into it and he began to wonder why he ever stopped. These were the thoughts that were possessing him as he was wandering around the supermarket and again, he found himself picking up healthier things, things that he used to cook with - he hadn't really cooked recently he just lacked the...Motivation.

Even when he was doing the walk back to the flat he expected his legs and arms to ache and scream in pain after their hard gym session but...nothing...not a thing. The flights of stairs up to the flat seemed to be quicker, this had been the first time he could remember that he hadn't complained about the lift not working.

'This is very very odd' he thought to himself, 'still better not complain about it'.

We will fast forward to Sunday because Gerry spent the day doing boring things like paying his bills and cooking on the Saturday. The Sunday saw him still with the motivation to go to the gym, he wanted to go but he still didn't know why. Not fighting the urge he got up and went to the gym again, and after about three hours he felt refreshed.

"Dude! You can run so fast for so long!" Said a tall, stalky brunette man. "I wish I was that fast".

Gerry felt awkward and rubbed the back of his neck, "truthfully I didn't really notice".

The man stood wide mouthed at Gerry's comment. "Seriously? Wow. I'm Callum by the way, Callum Walker".

"Hey, I'm Gerry Ewing".

"Nice to meet ya, been in New York long?"

"A fair while, you?"

"Nah I just came here a couple months back"

Gerry nodded and gulped some of his water.

"I know this might be a little out there but because your a pretty fit guy, I take the sword fighting club on a Wednesday night - it's at the old Firehouse on the next block over - I reckon you'd be good at it".

Gerry thought about this, it had never been something he had considered before, the idea of being like a Keanu Reeves or Tom Cruise fighting guy rather appealed.

He smiled, "Alright mate that sounds good, I've got a ton of motivation at the moment" he laughed.

"Lucky" Callum laughed, "I never seem to have any".

"Ah well it's only a recent thing - it might disappear any minute!"

Gerry and Callum chatted for a little while longer before Callum said he had to go, they said their goodbyes and Gerry promised he would be there Wednesday night 7pm sharp.

Meanwhile, in the conference room somewhere in the cosmos, Thor, Ra and Zeus were debating which colour tie would go with their new suits.

"I personally think red for you Thor" said Ra as he was scrutinising Thors jet black suit.