gas and burps at the gym
Sara arrived at the gym determined to stick to her usual routine. From the moment she warmed up, she felt a strange flutter in her stomach, but she didn't let it stop her. As she lifted the first leg weight, a "prrrt" escaped her lips so unexpectedly that even she laughed.
Far from being embarrassed, she continued training as if nothing had happened. Each squat came with its own little symphony, and each jump seemed to have built-in special effects. The flatulence was so loud that a woman turned around in confusion toward the machines, as if an engine were malfunctioning.
The smell... well, that was on another level. Sara raised an eyebrow, masked her discomfort with a sip of water, and carried on like a true champion. Deep down, she found it amusing; it was as if her body had decided to provide the soundtrack for her afternoon.
After finishing her glute circuit, she unleashed the final boss of the day. Sara took a careful, deep breath and smiled contentedly. Amidst laughter and some less-than-ideal smells, her workout had been a personal triumph.
And as she left the gym, she thought: Well, at least working out with me is never boring.