Kai arrives at Fitness First, SM North EDSA, at exactly 3:15 every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Ever since I’ve known him, he’s never broken that schedule. Often, he would be coming from his last class in UP Diliman; on occasion, he might be coming from his apartment in Tandang Sora.
Before going to the gym, I’ve known Kai to buy a small cup of fruit juice. He likes mixing mango with banana. I’ve seen him slurping, the blended cold drink sucked through his lips.
Today is no different. In his gray sleeveless top, number 17 on it, he was bench pressing 120. I know his gym routine, I know which treadmill he prefers using, which dance classes he attends (generally none, really, but he recently developed this thing for Latin), what time he pauses for a quick break. My usual bike was occupied today, I had to sit on another one – it was in the back so I couldn’t see him well enough today.
Kai works out for an hour and a quarter every time. Unless there’s a Latin class, in which he case, he extends for another hour. Sadly, the instructor today was incapacitated so by 4:30 Kai is almost done. He passes by me on his way to the locker. I pretend to fiddle with my cellphone as I watch him flex his muscles.
Perhaps tomorrow, he’ll say hi to me. Doesn’t really matter though. I pick-up a dumbell, cooling myself down. Boywatching. What a work-out.
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THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.