The Guy Who Kept 'Accidentally' Using the Machine Next to Mine
Ten empty treadmills and he picks the one right next to me. Every. Single. Time. Reader, I married him.
Three times is a coincidence. Four times is fate. The universe clearly wants us to coordinate our wardrobes.
It started with mutual disgust at the gym's EDM playlist. It ended with a shared Spotify account and a lease.
He runs. I deadlift. Our gym bags look like they belong to two completely different species. We make it work. Mostly.
Ten empty treadmills and he picks the one right next to me. Every. Single. Time. Reader, I married him.
It started as a group chat to coordinate leg days. It became the most chaotic dating ecosystem I've ever witnessed.
After 14 years of marriage ended, I didn't expect the weight room to be where I found myself again. But here we are.
I just want to foam roll my IT band in peace. Why is this man doing butterfly stretches AT me.
She's a 5 AM lifter. I'm a 9 PM gym rat. We barely see each other but somehow it works.
In my defense, she didn't tell me what he looked like. In his defense, he was really hot. In nobody's defense, the gym is too small for this.
Post-breakup gym sessions hit different when your playlist is 90% rage and 10% sobbing. A confessional about channeling heartbreak into gains.
We're that couple. The one you roll your eyes at. Here's our full list of crimes against gym etiquette.
Every attempt I've made to be smooth at the gym has ended in disaster. A compilation of my most humbling moments.
He always took my squat rack. I always stole his bench. We matched on DateFit. Things escalated.
Sometimes asking for a spot leads to way more than a successful bench press. Here's how one awkward gym interaction turned into the love of my life.
Sunday meal prep with your partner is the ultimate compatibility test. If you survive the Tupperware argument, you can survive anything.
A two-week experiment in shamelessness. The results were not what I expected.
He said 'it'll be fun.' He was wrong. But also… kind of right?
We were just workout partners. Just friends. Just two people who text every day and get jealous when the other talks to someone else. Just friends.
I walked into the gym broken. The weights didn't fix me — but they gave me something to hold onto.
We competed over the same squat rack for months. Turns out all that tension wasn't just about leg day.
I just want to sweat in peace. Why is that so hard.
On the epidemic of dating profile fitness fraud and the disappointment of discovering your match's idea of leg day is walking to the fridge.
Forget words of affirmation. My love language is when they refill my water bottle without being asked.