So it’s the middle of July and I’m doing a workout in my apartment. I have the fans running, windows cracked, and I am almost done with the workout. The last part is working out the arms and doing some bicep curls with resistant bands. So I’m like “cool, I’m almost done, I can shower and get ready for the day.” Then it happens. A bee flies in through my window. No, I am not allergic, but this just throws me off because the bee keeps acting like he is flying towards me. I’m caught in confusion! “Only five more reps! I can do this and then get the bee!” Then the bee flies closer. “Oh God! Just two more reps!” Here I am continuously trying to run from the bee and still do bicep curls with the resistant band. It probably looks like I’m doing a backwards lunge all except my concerned face tells otherwise. I’ve got one more rep and that darn bee just guns it for me. In panic I pick up the fan that is near by and put it on full blast and face it at the bee. The bee flies across the room, unable to compete with the forceful wind of the fan. Victory.
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As the story continues the bee eventually flies toward the window; where I trap it in a swift close of the window. I then dance in excitement for trapping the bee and of course for having finished my workout. It was a good day.
