I can still see her sitting there on one of my plyo boxes. For what ever reason, she wanted to watch me train.
I guess it was one of those fun things to do in the initial stages of courtship – watch the object of your affection do what they do best. I blazed through my workout schedule with rare intensity. I was definitely showing off.
But I trained even harder after she suddenly broke it off. I would kill all of the lights in my gym, crank the most aggressive music I could find, and then picture her sitting on that damned plyo box. My pain was purified in the gym. Then again, perhaps it was just magnified.