Empty gym. AC blasting. Ffssshh ffssshh. It's perfect, no? I can focus, nothing can distract me. Right? And yet... I walk around, stopping at various leg machines. Gently caressing them, reminiscing about the Friday sesh. "That titless pawg in blue leggings sat here." My mind conjures up a perfect hologram replica, and a sad smile curls my lips. "I miss you..." Instinctively, I start to lean down to sniff the seat, but what's the point? It's clean. No one used it... With a defeated sigh, I return to my barbell. My peepeeroni is so shriveled it feels like a third testicle. An hour later, I leave without a single new PR...