Welcome to Garam Fitness-1

Having fallen asleep in a refreshed mood, I woke up early the next day.

The faint morning sunlight filtering through the curtains acted as a spotlight for the bedside table clock.

Under that brilliant illumination, the table clock proudly pointed to 7 o’clock.

I had picked up some magazine knowledge about fasted cardio, but I didn’t feel like doing a full workout today, so I ate breakfast.

I had ordered groceries online before going to bed, and they had been delivered to my door sometime during the night.

Thus, for the first time in a long time, the refrigerator in this house received food ingredients, not just ready-made products, as residents.

I put bread in the toaster and cracked an egg into the frying pan.

The egg sizzled as it cooked, and with a “pop,” the golden-brown toast peeked out.

Using a jam spatula that showed no signs of use, I scooped up strawberry jam and spread it thinly on the toast.

Like a new bride’s light makeup, one side of the toast was tinged red.

I placed the toast on a tray and stuck a half-boiled fried egg next to it, completing today’s breakfast.

-Crunch

Taking a bite of the crispy toast, the texture of the toast and the subtle sweetness of the strawberry jam rose up.

After chewing the contents of my mouth appropriately, two gulps of milk.

“Pfft.”

While drinking the milk, I remembered the chat I sent to Hana yesterday and spat a little out.

I wondered if it was a meme that didn’t exist in this world, so I searched the internet, but it seemed they used it here too.

Hana is someone who does internet broadcasting, so she probably knows the meme. It’s just that it must have been shocking that a man over forty used it so smoothly.

I was worried she might throw a fit on KakaoTalk, so I considered blocking her, but what? There’s still no contact.

Maybe she thinks I blocked her preemptively, so she’s not sending anything.

Anyway, I won’t be the one to contact her first, so I don’t care what happens.

When I pressed the center with a fork, the yolk burst and flowed out.

I wiped the fork with my mouth once, then put the egg on the remaining toast and bit into it again.

I don’t intend to end my revenge, or rather, not-so-revenge, against Hana like this.

I plan to harass her as petty as possible.

For example, by donating a large amount of Coin to the BJ who is her rival, like yesterday.

What else is there? Besides Coin, I seemed to have given her a lot of money and goods privately, and I’m curious to see how Hana will react when these things are cut off.

If she’s struggling financially and reaches out to me, I vow to treat her as humiliatingly as she treated me.

-Crunch

Making such a resolution, I shoved the last piece into my mouth and gulped down the milk.

Now, it’s time to go work out.

Myeongseong Building, where Garam Fitness Center is located, is a 20-minute walk from home.

It was close enough to drive, but ambiguous to walk, but I boldly chose to walk.

My old PT trainer said that coming to the center is also part of the workout.

Anyway, I have plenty of time, so if I walk a little more like this, I can burn even 1g more of fat.

“Huff… huff…”

Perhaps because my body was lacking in exercise, I was already out of breath when I arrived in front of Myeongseong Building.

This is serious…

I couldn’t be panting on our first meeting, so I caught my breath in front of the building and then took the elevator.

Why didn’t I take the stairs?

Shut up.

The elevator arrived on the 6th floor, and I stood in front of the dimly lit center.

The expired lights were emitting a very faint light, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

At this rate, even customers who were planning to come would run away.

I should tell Ho-cheol to have the lights repaired.

When I pressed the door button, the automatic door rattled open.

Right in front of the door was the desk, where new member registration seemed to take place.

Outdated dance music was playing loudly in the center, and I wandered around, looking for Boss.

I didn’t sense anyone else in the center besides me.

Even if it’s the morning, there are too few people…

It’s in a state of near ruin, just as Ho-cheol said.

“Hello?”

I set out to find a burly man, but I couldn’t see anyone like that.

-Clang clang

However, I heard the sound of metal from the rack in the distance, so I moved in that direction.

“Oh….”

A woman wearing an Adidas three-stripe tracksuit top and tight leggings was squatting with large headphones on.

“How many reps? One, two, three…”

Four 20kg plates on each side. A total of 8. So, a woman squatting with 160kg (excluding the weight of the Barbell)…

It was a sight I hadn’t seen often even in the original world, so I decided to watch quietly.

The woman inhaled and held her breath, then slowly lowered her body.

After her butt was lowered enough, she raised her body without bouncing.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The contraction and relaxation of her buttocks and thighs were clearly visible even from a distance.

After moving a total of ten times, the woman placed the Barbell on the rack and looked around, making eye contact with me.

“Ah…”

I was caught peeping. If the woman felt ashamed, I would be in jail.

Moreover, a middle-aged man with a protruding belly, it’s the perfect body type to be misunderstood.

While I was wondering how to make excuses, the woman took off her headphones and approached me.

Her roots were black, as if it had been a long time since she had dyed her hair.

“Hello. Are you here to register as a new member?”

While I was waiting for her to say, “Why were you staring?”, she said something out of the blue.

“Uh… I’m new… that Ho-cheol…”

As I stammered and mentioned Ho-cheol’s name, the woman tilted her head for a moment, then widened her eyes and pointed at me with her finger.

“Ah… Ah!!! Boss! Hello!”

The woman bent over 90 degrees and greeted me energetically.

That was my first meeting with Garam.