Atlas Gym | Thursday

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Sure there was always a gym, but it seemed there was almost never a visible John within. Today was no different as the manager snoozed off a cold on the office sofa, letting his temporary minion yoga instructor-turned-tae bo queen take over his cardiofunk class.

It might take a little extra knocking to get his attention, but John had to wake up eventually. NyQuil didn't last forever.

[idk why I'm writing a post when I should've left for work ten minutes ago...OCD-free!]

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There were certain complications to having a bunny around these days. Namely, Jaina trained for hours on end and the bunny didn't seem to like hanging around the apartment for too long. For some strange reason. So after a while of seeing if the TV would keep him entertained (it didn't), she gave up and carried the bunny to the gym, figuring he could hang out while she did her workout.

"Sorry I'm making you come to work like this," she said, passing the desk on the way to the machines.