This Is My New Routine Now...
Then she showed up — that chatty girl with the colorful sports bra and the messy ponytail. Said she was a beginner, just trying to “find her pace.” I rolled my eyes, wished her luck, and took off.
But somewhere around kilometer three… something weird happened. The sky shimmered. The ground hummed. We crossed this old stone arch that was never there before, and then—
That was three weeks ago. I haven’t seen her since. I’ve tried everything to reverse it — doctors, meditation, even posting in conspiracy forums. Nothing.
So… this is my new routine now.
I stretch. I lift. I take mirror selfies like this because apparently her followers expect it. I eat protein pancakes. And yeah… I work that treadmill like it owes me money.
You know what’s crazy? I feel amazing.
Her body is strong, agile, addictively photogenic. I get stared at every time I jog past a guy group — and I can’t lie, I’m starting to smirk back.
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