In working on this physical fitness, and getting the physique of 2 years ago back I happened upon two similar, yet different occurrences at the in the same day. A day that I was lucky I could get in a two-a-day, followed my new practice of spiriting myself off through the heat to compress a workout at my downtown gym within an hour. While in the second to last set of my workout, I glanced to my right between reps and noticed a familiar face.
The familiar face was training a woman that was working hard in proximity of my. Her name escapes me still at the time of writing this, but this woman, who I served on student government with, and was paired with at the formal that we produced, months ago I found some pictures of us, her name I still could not remember. I will qualify, we never dated, we never had or expressed interest, yet we were friends during school. And, unlike even the person I should have been tactile with, we hugged often as friends, and I hate to be touched…by everybody. Though within feet of her, I tried in earnest to finish my workout, and not be noticed. I knew I had to be back when done…and that included my shower.
I felt a level of guilt having virtually ignored someone who’s car I had ridden in. someone I served with, shared a table, dinner, and stage with. If this was 1999 or 2000 we would have shared a conversation, likely caught up. I would have remembered her name (hey she’s probably forgotten mine), yet still to hide from an acquaintance in public?
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