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!]