The Bunny Is Watching You

So, I'm at the gym running on the cross trainer. My speed is steady at 60mph, my heart rate steady at 135 and then I see HIM. The most gorgeous guy I have laid my eyes on all week.

I'm trying my best not to stare, drool or think dirty thoughts as he lies down on a bench. Then he begins to bench press and I find myself helping him count his reps. Six, seven, eight....nine 'ugh" (oooh, as i tilt my head), ten "UGHHHhh" (wow, that's so hot), eleven..GRruuughh, twel....beep beep beep, what the... my machine is beeping at me. Apparently I had been so caught up in Mr. Hot Guy, that I had sped up quite a bit and my heart rate was way out of range at 172!

This just validates my point, that I need to get laid!!