Treadmill stories. (PG18)

My usual treadmill routine is 20 minutes. That said, I add 5 minutes more to that if I don't lose weight every week (after I scale of course). So, what is the only other way that will make me add more minutes to my jogging?

The answer is a steaming hot 28-ish woman.

You might be thinking that I am a perv, well, well, well, no. Ask my friends, they won't say I'm a perv. Er, maybe a little?

Anyhow, so there I was, sweating and running. Then on my 17 minute mark, an angel came around from the gym's entrance and walked towards me, or the treadmill beside me rather. So, exaggerating aside, it was like slow mo. I thought she was eyeing me suspiciously because I kept on glancing at her. Well, I can't help because she's hot as Mt. Vesuvius (Hahaha, Andrean inside joke).

ANWYAY, when she started running, and I muttered to myself - "Oh... yeah". She is clad in an outfit telling everybody to look at her. Haha. And I wished I had an Adam Sandler remote to slow mo time or fast forward it or something.

Well, after adding 15 minutes on my daily routine jugging, she's done and gone. Like that. Good bye, beautiful treadmill woman.

Friggin' perv. I must be sick.