I Was A Smoking Hot Chick For An Hour

I was at the gym the other night and a weird thing happened to me. For a brief hour, I knew what it felt like to be a smoking hot chick. I know that sounds strange, but it’s true. Here is how it all went down…

I get to the gym, do my normal workout and end it with a run on the tredmill. Normally I just run outside, but it’s too damn cold out for that in the winter. So about 25 minutes into my run a steady stream of sweat starts through my shirt and my breaths become gasps. The gym is packed by this point leaving only two tredmills open and they happen to be on each side of me.

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