Holy Arm Day put me in a trance.  Coach was in a good mood as usual and our conversation took an interesting turn that made the clock spin and the workout ended way too soon.  Again, Coach accepted my challenges easily and exceeded my expectations, much to my delight.  Arm Day should have a standard 3-hour minimum with no less than 10 sets on my favorite machine. 

I managed another run in the evening – this time it was a slow, easy 5 through the countryside on my favorite route.  I don’t think I’ve been out there in a month, and it really felt great to get back to some semblance of a normal routine. 

While I ran, dusk came, and my thoughts went to my non-existent sex life.  Yeah – again.  I recalled my favorite fantasy stories, and I dreamed of what it would be like if they suddenly came to life.  What if Spartacus were real and I could squeeze his biceps and run my hands all over his perfect body and rock-hard muscles – not just in my mind?  What would he feel like?  Oh, god…

What would it feel like to melt away in his strong arms while he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed?  To surrender to a hero – a brilliant, beautiful, brawny warrior who held my heart?  When I think of it – really think of it – I get goose bumps everywhere and I can hear the pounding in my chest.  All my parts get charged up and…

I want to let go.  I want to be swept away by a badass gladiator – for real. 

Spartacus… it’s time.

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