Paper work done, shopping out of the way, it’s time to finally hit the gym. Pull into the parking lot feeling good, I’m ready to go hard. Jump outta the car with a smile on my face, I know this is gunna be a great training session. Get to the gym door, pull it open, and BAM!!! There’s a wall of freakin’ scented candle smoke and massage oil ‘fumes’ that nearly floors me! I valiantly push on, passing what seems to be junkfood on the tables and counters, and get through the foyer to see the gym instructors [get this] dressed in black suits and trenchcoats!!! WTF!!! (I’m f#cking serious!!!) I’m a bit wildeyed at this stage… but I wasn’t prepared for what came next. I get to the weights area… “Oh please, for the love of God himself, please no…” (I’m not religious either!) Before me, on the machines, the free-weight rack, the stairs, railings, tables, EVERYWHERE… are multitudes of colored helium-filled balloons…!!! There are signs around telling all what the special day is, but I’m dazed… and they’ve got ‘Aqua’ playing on the stereo - my mind reels! I feel a stirring between my legs, and look down in horror as my nutsack starts to shrivel. “Please lord, make it end!!!” And then, a thread of hope dangles before me, a ray of light amongst all this obscenity, a piece of pure perfection… Ms Spandex, in the back corner, lookin’ better than she ever has before! I grab my gear, head on over for a chat and launch into the workout, now having the strength to block out the evil that surrounds us both. My ‘boys’ even spring into a joyful chorus! I get half way through, talking all the while, until the worst happens… she leaves…! I physically wilt. The ‘pop’ music is sapping my T away, the bright balloons breaking my will… I’m tired, so tired… can’t stand that candle stench… no more suits, no more junk-food…! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! I kinda blacked out at that point… I only regained my senses properly about 5 minutes ago, looking at the ‘post a new message’ page on the Testosterone forum. I pray that none of you have to go through the evil torment I endured. Or that you at least survive with your T levels intact… Stay strong T-Folk!