This bite mark at my gym’s fly machine

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There it was, staring back at me accusingly: a single, jagged bite mark imprinted on the worn leather pad of the fly machine. My morning gym routine, usually a haven of endorphins and self-improvement, had taken a bizarre turn. Who, in their right mind, bites gym equipment?

The first thought, of course, was some kind of prank. Perhaps a group of teenagers had snuck in after hours, their boredom manifesting in a moment of misplaced aggression. But upon closer inspection, the bite mark seemed…committed. Deep enough to leave a clear impression, but not cartoonishly exaggerated. It hinted at a genuine moment of frustration, or maybe even pain.

Intrigued, I embarked on a quest to solve the mystery of the fly machine biter. My first stop was the gym staff, a collection of friendly but perpetually bewildered college students. They had no prior reports of equipment vandalism, let alone anything as peculiar as a bite mark. Their blank expressions only deepened the mystery.

The regulars at the gym were equally perplexed. We exchanged bewildered glances and whispered theories during our sets. Was it a disgruntled fitness enthusiast, taking their frustrations out on the unyielding machine? Maybe a particularly dedicated method actor, channeling their inner wild animal? The possibilities, though increasingly ridiculous, were all we had.

Days turned into weeks, and the bite mark remained, a silent witness to our collective bafflement. Some gym-goers, with a morbid sense of humor, began incorporating the bite mark into their routines. I saw a particularly enthusiastic young man attempt a "fly with bite" pose, complete with a dramatic grimace. It did little to solve the mystery, but it did lighten the mood.

Then, one rainy afternoon, a new face appeared at the gym. A tall, wiry man with a shock of white hair and a kind smile. He approached the fly machine with a slight limp, and as he settled onto the seat, I noticed something peculiar: a bandage wrapped around his right hand, peeking out from beneath his long sleeve.

Curiosity gnawed at me. With a hesitant approach, I struck up a conversation. He introduced himself as John, a retired carpenter, and explained his limp as a recent woodworking mishap. As we talked, he winced slightly when adjusting his grip on the machine's handles.

"Hand's a bit sore still," he confided, "Not used to these fancy machines. Back in my day, we just used dumbbells."

A lightbulb flickered on in my head. Could it be? Could the bite mark be a testament to John's determination, a mark left during a valiant attempt at a new exercise despite his injury? The thought brought a smile to my face.

The mystery of the fly machine biter might never be officially solved. But in the absence of concrete evidence, I choose to believe in the story of John, the determined retiree. His bite mark, though bizarre, became a symbol of perseverance, a reminder that fitness journeys often come with unexpected challenges.

So, the next time you encounter something strange at the gym, don't be afraid to delve a little deeper. The answer might not lie in internet sleuthing or security footage, but in the quiet stories of the people who share this space with you. After all, sometimes, the most interesting mysteries are solved with a simple conversation and a healthy dose of imagination.