It was one of those 24-hour suburban gyms, a passcard got members in, day or night. People liked the day and early evening hours, sweating and whirling away on stationary bicycles. I preferred the slack span after midnight, when it was rare to see exercisers there. I liked having the place to myself—the racks of gleaming dumbbells, floor-to-ceiling mirrors. There was food around and I’d munch on protein bars. I was getting jacked. I’d admire myself in the mirrors. You should’ve seen my legs.
It was sweet for a while. My world.
And then they brought in the damn cat!