I staggered to the locker room, undressed and headed for the whirlpool. My anger flared to new extremes and I had been at the gym for five hours trying to destroy the machines or me. That day when I got home I was served with divorce papers. I had slowly cut it back to just three nights a week but Tuesday night was not one of them. I had been to the gym almost every night for the first month after she left. I had been fighting depression and anger since. My wife had left me two months before for 'a bigger dick.' Those were her exact words. I had become a regular at that hour because the only way I could sleep at night was to become completely exhausted.
It was just past midnight on what was now a Wednesday and I was one of the few at my twenty-four hour gym. I had done something to it while doing crunches at the gym.
