HIS HOME GYM

He looked around.

No man alive was as proud as he was in that moment: this was his moment.

He had earned everything in that room with his blood, sweat and tears. Every steel plate, dumbbell and bar was forged in the fire of his energy. He had worked tirelessly for every piece of equipment in HIS HOME GYM, which to another man might not seem like a great achievement, but to him…

It was the price of freedom.

This was his first session since its completion. He could smell the fresh scent of ‘new’ on every piece of equipment, from the leather material that was coating the benches to the grease that was oiling the smooth glide of the smith machine. This room filled with the equipment he needed to take care of his BODY, to sculpt it in the image of a healthy man whilst also facilitating the continued function of his joints, movement and posture, it was his temple; he would worship himself in that room for the rest of his mortal life.