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Posted Tue Oct 4, 2016 | 418 Words | Tagged story chav workei

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Like usual when walking along to the shops, I tend to take a bit of a detour. Going to the supermarket is usually a little boring, especially during the day and well why not take a detour and take in some of the sights. One of them is a construction site which had popped up. I quite like watching the workies for a little while, wondering what it’s like to be one of them, not thinking much, and instead working with their bodies not their minds.

The construction site was working on a small retail park, with a gym which had just opened up as the first section of the building. I was quite interested in working out, and hopefully have something to distract me from working my non-existent muscles, so I popped in noticing it had actually opened this time. I liked the views of what I was seeing, and I could do with using a gym so I signed up straight away.

What was weird about this gym was they persisted on giving me personal training included, which I wasn’t that keen on but I thought I could fob them off once I had a session or two.

I turned up for my session the next day, where I was handed some sports drink and I sipped a bit. It tasted ok for those kinds of things, but I continued drinking and did as I was told. I remember lifting weights, working out, but everything came a bit of blur before I blacked out.

I woke up dazed and confused. My body felt sweaty and grimy, full of dust or something. There was a mirror in front of me where I crouched to get in position. I was wearing some yellow work boots, with some grey tracksuit bottoms and some t-shirt. What’s worse, my face wasn’t recognisable. The glasses I normally wore were not there. And half my hair was gone too.

Something felt off too. Could I see better or did I just not try and focus? Something was weird. My body looked weird too, as if it had been working out for years. I hear the foreman shout my name, fuck I was supposed to be working. I shouldn’t be drinking in the morning so much!

Fuck, everything was weird but I got on with my day. Then once clocking off time came around, I headed to the gym to work out my bad boys. Gotta keep in shape and that you know ;)