A new friend moved into the home across the street from mine.
The guy is a total dog.
Each afternoon he gets up so early and goes out to the garage to work out. The guy drags a weight bench out into the driveway and he proceeds to work out until 10 or 10:30. The guy never wears a shirt, but his arm muscles are bigger than the muscles in our legs. I finally got the nerve to go over and chat with that guy. I did not know what I was going to say, although I thought I would come up with something funny. As soon as the guy smiled at me, I completely and totally forgot what I was going to say. I stumbled over our words and I looked like a stupid head. The guy did not seem too anxious by our foolishness. He laughed and grinned. He told me his name and learned some additional information about him. He was an ex military guy. He was used to getting up early in the afternoon to physically work out. He told me that the routine was truly nice for his mental health. I totally understood that, because I struggle with mental health problems as well. The guy named Ian offered to work out with me every afternoon if I wanted to join him. I thought about saying yeah, but that is absolutely not a routine that I can maintain. I would rather look weak than look like a liar when I can’t lift the weight bar over my head.