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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?

The gravity of these guilty thoughts came to fruition, as I worked out for the second time today closer to home. Getting some pre-workout sauna time in, I looked up to see a former co-worker. Now he, not a contemporary made me think two things. 1) while my former classmate made offered a window of the health and shape (as a man) that I want to return to, he offered a glimpse into the future of what I’ll become if I don’t stick with this fitness plan. Granted, there are other things I need to change to, and things I need to add into my life, but I like living and life. It would be so easy to use, “I get into a zone, when I workout,” as an excuse, but I got in my zone…again in the same type of proximity, and allowed myself to remain anonymous. Thinking about them both, and giving the thought of this blog post. I am not a public person, but I easily live that life, however you feel a modicum of guilt when you shy away twice in one day.

What do I have to offer? It harkens back to the statement, do people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime? I can’t say that I can discern this, simply because a person I thought for the longest, only came into my life for a reason, is now and enigma, however did these two that I ran into today come in for a season. I hate to say it, but maybe they were who they needed to be to me at that time. And they quite possibly, gave me a message I needed today.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.