Life, Once Again!

I was supposed to go to the weights after the run, but I told the leaning trainer I'd run a little with my friend and then climbed back up the treadmill.

“Weren't you all jumped? It's sweaty.”

“I'm going to run a little bit more. ”

“There's nothing more to pull out of there. ”

“It's a dragon that grows endurance. regardless of your weight.”

"Is that it? Very impressive, river actor. Aren't you going to the triathlon later?"

"I'd love to get out there if I could."

I left the speed at 10 km/h and ran silently. The speed of the floor was confirmed. 9 km/h. I lowered my hand on the speed button.

“But it's been a long time. It doesn't come out very well this afternoon. ”

“I had a dream to live a hundred thousand years, but something happened. I didn't think a morning workout would be enough, so I took my time. I like Free, but I still need a machine to stay in shape. ”

After answering, the floor increases its speed by one level. He turns his hood back on, exhales and leaps forward. Maintains a steady pace for about 30 seconds, then climbs to step one: 11 km/h. The calm heart starts pumping turbulently. As my cool body started to run again, my momentary fatigue melted out between my muscles. It burns like a flame on the soles of your feet, but the tilt does not fade.

“Good run. ”

The floor says, "That's enough. Tilt back and speed up two more steps." There was a warm breeze in the rapidly crossing two-legged sari. Your thighs warn you to stop resting. I looked at the floor with my eyes. Covered in a hood, you can't see your face, but you look relaxed. You're not going to speed up. When I decided to go down, the floor hit the button. 15 km/h.

“Go down?”

The floor was saying something out loud. The tilt pressed the speed button. After reaching 15 km/h, the tip of the top was gripped to wipe off the face sweat. I felt like I had sandbags on my feet running on my belt. The lungs and heart were reacting to excessive labor.

The tilt comes down from the treadmill after another 30 minutes of running. I sat on the bench and breathed. The tips of your knees quiver and tremble. I hit my knees and thighs with my fists. He was a wretched body that did not conform to his mental strength. I just can't run any farther to get down here before him. It was no excuse that he was exhausted. It was terrible to lose to someone, but to lose to that guy who's relaxing on Treadwell now is beyond awful.

“Maybe me and the treadmill don't match. I don't feel like running. ”

20 minutes later, the floor coming down from Tredmill spoke. I gave the tilting man a barrel full of supplements. He said thank you and drank a sip.

“Chocolate milk? Delicious. ”

“Supplements. Proteins, vitamins, stuff. ”

“Can I eat it? ”

“It doesn't matter. It's not a weight loss product. ”

“Well, it can't be bad for you to eat it. But you're really good. How long have you been exercising? ”

The floor said, returning the keg.

“I took care of it a long time ago. Let me know if you need me. I'll get you a good trainer. ”

“Half a dozen so far, no big deal. ”

“Don't worry about the money. It's money I have left. That's all I can do, friend to friend. ”

“I guess we'll just have to wait for our rich friend. ”

“What do you think? Do you want a consultation? ”

“No, thank you. You don't have to go to the bodybuilding competition, you don't need a P.T. to stay healthy. Give me more than that. It was delicious.”

“What? Supplements? ”

“Well, if you're eating, it's not organic or premium or anything like that. Let's have a bite. ”

“I'll give you one of each. Eat on time."

He stared at me as if to give it to me right now. The tilting counter has been supplied with supplements.

“Thanks to my good friend, I've tried all this. I'll eat well.”

The floor holds a supply barrel lined up underneath the bench and smiles. Looking at the smile on my mouth reminded me of the cold look he showed me a long time ago. The eyes that reminded me of him stopped his mouth and engulfed his heart. Her pupils, which were like torn pupils above and below the beast, were imprinted on the retina. After seeing him, her heart fluttered. Shame makes him ruffled to trample on him, but the fear and vigilance that covers his shame silences him before his eyes. Above all, he knew his secret. If I thought that he would threaten me at any time as a ‘joke’, I couldn't bear it because I was anxious. I didn't have anything left to catch, but I felt like I could make up evidence that he didn't have and throw him in the crossfire. He changed his attitude and said it well, but he didn't listen to the tilting ears either. I thought it was a cheap trick to slap the back of my head with caution.

It was three years ago that I learned that the beast had died. It was 2008, when the crowd was busy for almost two years, filming because of its popularity since ‘building’. From Ahn Ye and Park Ji-chan, a text asked me how long it would take a "new semester" member to see each other. There was no reason to refuse, but I was offended by the name of three people. When I saw him again, I hesitated about what might happen, and promised to leave as soon as I saw his face in the mirror. I couldn't forgive myself for beating the Stragglers. It was hard to tolerate the miserable crumpling of the owner's face to lead, not just his own life, but everything around him. As soon as I opened the door to the rendezvous point, I found a sloping floor, engraving in disgrace two years ago. At that moment, I thought I could fight against the beast. When the floor that was drinking quietly on one table met my eyes, I had to build a meaningless laugh. I didn't even have to be at war. His eyes were dead. Kneel at grandfather's feet and ask for forgiveness just once, looking at those who were screaming. It was the eyes of the giver, the eyes of the willing to flee.

At that moment, I wondered, what happened to the nineteen hills with the creepy eyes in the last two years that kept the dull darkness in their eyes?

“I'm going to the army next week. ”

At the end of the new semester, the man who didn't show his face at the end of the drama counted the army as his next destination. Leaning back carefully, I poured a glass of wine into his cup. It was a drink to say goodbye to myself that was lacking in fear alone. It was also a taunt to the dead beast.

I haven't had a chance to hear the name of a floor in a while. It was two years later that I came into contact with him again. The man smiles like a grumpy man with a messy face once again. I was smiling, but I couldn't read anything that tilted from the smile. Hostile kindness. I can't shake the feeling of dealing with an elaborately crafted doll.

After I found out that it was the same gym, I sometimes saw my face, but even in that short period of time, the floor changed. Immediately after his discharge, he appeared to be an emotionally unaffected doll, but now he often showed the occasional virtue of his senior year.

I sat next to the leaning and saw the floor reading the supplement description. He is no longer worth caring about. The performance charisma seen in the ‘Apguo’ filming must have worn off for a long time, and there was no trace of the fierce gaze that reminded me of my grandfather. When you look down at it from the skyscraper, it was a waste of your life to talk to someone who became one of the ant-like military statues.

“Do strawberries taste good? ”

“It was good for my taste. ”

“If I had a fancy mouth, I'd have a fancy mouth. But how much do you do this for a bucket? Expensive, right?”

“Don't worry about the price, I'm just giving it to you. You can talk to me later if you need to. ”

“More? I'm ashamed of myself. I can't take it anymore. ”

I thought of leaning back as I finished speaking. It must be a waste. Why are we so nervous? He lived a life completely different from the floor. As an actor, I could not compare my career to my natural family. While he is rolling in his silver bed, receiving a spotlight, he will live on his silver coin, going back and forth with his dedication. He's just a piece of junk that needs to be taken out of sight, and he's been gracefully clearing the junk with his feet as usual, but the realm of senses outside of his head is calling out to keep an eye on him.

The fact that meaningless competitiveness rose and showed unnecessary kindness was also ambiguous as long as the floor remained out of sight. The predator must have died in the 3rd grade. I checked it with my own eyes. Over the past year, I have experienced the sheer number of times that being a man like a reed in the sky is meaningless. Coldly, he became a perfectly ordinary 'so-so' person. Next time I think about it, I'm gonna swing my hands like I'm throwing a fly out of my life. And the first thing I cared about was myself.

“Maybe he'll be a business competitor. ”

The floor says. Leaning into his eyes. It didn't seem like he was joking. The word "competitor" sounded ridiculous, but I was asking again.

“Competitor?”

“KBS Medical drama. ”

“Huh."

“I'm YBS. You know you're in a medical drama, right? Simultaneously.”

You feel an unpleasant lump writhing down your lean throat.

“Drama? ”

“I wanted to play tango, but I couldn't do that either. Jules asks me if I should make some money now, but even the bastard is eating me, but people keep playing. ”

The floor stands up holding the supplement in its arms.

“There will be a production presentation today. Browse the Internet. I couldn't get out of there because I was in a hurry. ”

“Aren't you giving up on the drama? ”

“Did I? Did I say that to you? ”

“I never did, but I didn't think I'd be coming back to the brown tube again. ”

“Maybe that's what it looked like. ”

The floor grimaces and smiles at one eye. It was a smile that raised the unpleasantness index.

“I want to live comfortably, too. I don't need to measure things anymore. ”

“Really? Well, congratulations. I don't know what the play is, but work hard. With your acting skills, you'll be able to give us names in no time. ”

“Kang Ki-woo, you are also a great guy. Cheer me on like this. And supplements.”

“It's nothing. ”

“He's a big guy. It's popular with women. ”

It wasn't a beast. It wasn't the eyes of the giver. I was told to keep moving when I was dead. Suddenly, the word "good corpse" came to mind. A smiling zombie.

“But if you want to live comfortably, I can introduce you to a good job. To a much more stable position than smoke. ”

My mouth moved first because of the crisis I didn't know why. I had a feeling that theater shouldn't have let him into the meadow.

“Really? You're putting it in the YM? ”

“If you want.”

The greeter shrugs his shoulders.

“It's a pity, but I suppose we'll just have to pretend that what we've learned is theft. Even for a quiet friend who lives with me. And for useless memories. ”

I'll take the supplement. The floor takes a step, singing a nostril. I stopped trying to shrimp by grabbing the snow. I realized I was overly emotional. It's just a feeling. What can a dead man do when he has to spread his wings and flee to the army? Even if you come back, it will end with a downstream life.

“But I think I heard this nostril somewhere. ”

The tilt looks away at the back of the floor.

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Wow.

It's freezing out there.

It's snowing.

It's not a pile of snow, it's a cheek claw that goes down.

- Come on, come on.

Stack it up so everyone can be home for Christmas.

Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh...

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Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

Completion;

Pharynx