98…99…100. Laryssa’s back slaps the padded blue mat over and over. Her bright white sneakers are plastered to the gym floor. Her grey tee shirt shows signs of moisture around her neck and lower back. Her wavy black hair is thrown messily in a knot on top of her head.
The tiny workout room, located in the University Center, smells of rubber and cleaning products. The lights are not hooked up just yet. The sun, which is barely peeking through the overcastted sky, and the glow from the televisions on the work out equipment are the only sources of lighting.
As her face meets her kneecaps, she lets out an exhausted puff of air. She mouths the number of reps quietly to herself, with headphones in her ears. During a break for water, she explains that she works out every single day, sometimes even twice a day. She mops her forehead with the back of her hand as she continues. “I just feel so much better about myself after a good work out. I feel like I really did something productive with my day.”
She puts her white Ipod headphones back in her ears and turns up, what sounds to be, rap music. She marches across the squeaky floors and heads to the treadmill for the next installment of her daily routine. She runs 3 miles everyday, follows the run with an hour on the elliptical, and brings it all to a close with a short weight lift session. “It’s the greatest way to stay healthy and life a long happy life,” she says.
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