glumshoe:

I used to go to the gym at my school three or four nights a week, but only in the hour before closing. It was mostly empty and I never had to wait to use my favorite equipment – I could use the good step machine and adjust the big fan to blow directly onto me, and there were never any football players competitively grunting.

The only person I did regularly have to share space with was my Islam teacher, who was absolutely ripped. He’d come in each night, wave pleasantly at me, and then spend twenty minutes absolutely going at a leg lift or abdominal machine like he was the goddamn Batman.

The best part? He brought a Quran with him every time and read from it as he exercised. It was the single most metal thing I’ve ever witnessed.