There were days when Hudson sometimes wondered if he had made the wrong move by quitting his teaching job to fully embrace his physical training career. A teaching job was a steady job, and during it, he still had summers off to act as a full-time trainer. He was still getting to teach people about health and how the body worked. It hadn't been his passion, though. It was the safe route, and it had done its job for the few years that he had worked as one. He was glad, overall, though, that he had dropped it to work full time as a personal trainer. In the end, the salary was nearly the same, and though it didn't offer the same job security as working for a school did, he felt like it offered more potential. The uncertainty of it was what kept him dreaming bigger, and kept him pursuing the dream of eventually opening up his own gym. It was still out of reach right now because he didn't have the finances or investors lined up for something like that, but he was planning. His time would come, he often reminded himself. He just needed to keep his mind focused on that end goal.
After he finished wiping down the equipment that his last client of the afternoon had been using, Hudson spent forty-five minutes completing his own workout before heading to the showers. He was sweaty and feeling fatigued, but it was that tiredness that somehow felt good. It felt like an accomplishment, and as he checked himself out in one of the mirrors on his way out of the locker room once he was dressed again, the accomplishment felt even more worthwhile. Though Hudson wasn't nearly as much of a conceited jerk as he had been in his younger days, when that college frat-boy mentality had been second nature to him, he didn't think that there was any harm in admiring his own strengths. If his appearance happened to be one of his best qualities, than so be it. It wasn't like he didn't work hard to maintain it. With that in mind, even if he was humble and truly wasn't the type of guy who expected girls to spread their legs just at looking at him, he still was a bit disappointed that last night hadn't ended in any action. The girls that he had been talking with at the bar had been cool and attractive, but it just didn't lead to where he hoped it would. While it was mildly disappointing, he didn't take it as too much of a hit to his ego. Today was Saturday, and as he told himself, Saturdays were usually luckier when it came to getting that type of action. After a hard workout, he was feeling even more invigorated in that sense.
As he returned to his apartment building, he found himself stuck behind a small group of people who were slowly trailing up the stairs behind a couple guys moving furniture. As to not seem bothered by the delay, he remained a few steps behind them as he slowly paced himself up the flights of stairs. He definitely made a mental note of how moving to this building so far seemed like a good move; all three of the girls who looked over eighteen were all smoking hot. Noticing that was all it took for Hudson to want to make an initiative at being friendly, so he caught up to them. "Need help with that?" he asked the only brunette of the group, once they had reached the landing of the flight they were on. She had a large box in her hands that, if not heavy, at least seemed inconveniently sized for her. "Moving sucks, I actually just moved in here a couple days ago myself, so I feel your pain."
After he finished wiping down the equipment that his last client of the afternoon had been using, Hudson spent forty-five minutes completing his own workout before heading to the showers. He was sweaty and feeling fatigued, but it was that tiredness that somehow felt good. It felt like an accomplishment, and as he checked himself out in one of the mirrors on his way out of the locker room once he was dressed again, the accomplishment felt even more worthwhile. Though Hudson wasn't nearly as much of a conceited jerk as he had been in his younger days, when that college frat-boy mentality had been second nature to him, he didn't think that there was any harm in admiring his own strengths. If his appearance happened to be one of his best qualities, than so be it. It wasn't like he didn't work hard to maintain it. With that in mind, even if he was humble and truly wasn't the type of guy who expected girls to spread their legs just at looking at him, he still was a bit disappointed that last night hadn't ended in any action. The girls that he had been talking with at the bar had been cool and attractive, but it just didn't lead to where he hoped it would. While it was mildly disappointing, he didn't take it as too much of a hit to his ego. Today was Saturday, and as he told himself, Saturdays were usually luckier when it came to getting that type of action. After a hard workout, he was feeling even more invigorated in that sense.
As he returned to his apartment building, he found himself stuck behind a small group of people who were slowly trailing up the stairs behind a couple guys moving furniture. As to not seem bothered by the delay, he remained a few steps behind them as he slowly paced himself up the flights of stairs. He definitely made a mental note of how moving to this building so far seemed like a good move; all three of the girls who looked over eighteen were all smoking hot. Noticing that was all it took for Hudson to want to make an initiative at being friendly, so he caught up to them. "Need help with that?" he asked the only brunette of the group, once they had reached the landing of the flight they were on. She had a large box in her hands that, if not heavy, at least seemed inconveniently sized for her. "Moving sucks, I actually just moved in here a couple days ago myself, so I feel your pain."