The Workout Room

She left,
maybe to use the bathroom, or maybe to take off
her wet swimsuit from under her spanks
with no key card to get back in.

We had a plan,
that she obviously didn't see coming,
but knew, right as she saw
the laughter of Ashlee and I, running on the treadmill
taking in the stench of sweat and Powerade,
"ignoring" the banging on the glass door.

Finally choosing to look at her,
still laughing with pride,
filming her every move,
even the flip of the bird
that got us laughing even harder.

By this time,
the joke was up
and I took an unexpected blow to the back,
from a 40lb workout ball
when we finally got the dumb idea
to let her back in.