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Saturday, February 14, 2004

I had forgotten how tiring it is to train in the gym after a night of passion (it's been a long time since I did both). I couldn't understand why my hour on the treadmill today was so draining; I could feel the lactic acid burning in my calves only half an hour in. And then I remembered shagging like crazy last night, with my legs tucked behind my ears - yoga style - and it became clear that my calves, hamstrings and quads weren't up to having two workouts within 24 hours.

At least by distracting my train of thought by thinking about last night, I was able to push myself past the pain threshold and complete the full hour. The only disadvantage was my pants getting a little wet while I was running, but by the time I had completed my workout both my t-shirt and shorts were soaked with sweat, so I don't think anyone would have noticed my 'inner thigh' dampness...

Also, Ginger was there again tonight, looking handsome as ever, which of course spurred me on to sprint the last 5 minutes of the hour (such a show-off) and push the weights even harder every time he walked past. Still not sure what to make of him, we talk about fitness, training etc and flirt outrageously with each other, but I don't know if there is anything else we can converse about. So I have decided to try to chat him up at the gym's 'night out' in a couple of weeks; with a couple of beers in me (and him) I'll be able to find out if and how he can stimulate me: cerebally or physically or (joy oh joy) both...

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