Chelsea was very excited. She was going to get in a quick workout before heading to the spa for a little pampering. She wanted everything to be perfect for tonight. She had to giggle at herself for being such a "girl", but that's what she was being. She had gotten out the fancy dress and shoes her mother had insisted she pack, "just in case." She hated to admit that mom had been right, though.
She rolled in, wearing just a t-shirt and sweat pants, and was very pleased to see that the staff had already taken some of her suggestions into account and moved around some of the equipment and opened up some room on the floor. It was pretty empty, except for the dark-haired woman running on the treadmill. And of course, the machine Chelsea wanted was right next to her. Feeling a bit guilty, like taking the seat right in front of someone in an otherwise empty movie theatre, she made her way to the bench-press machine. It was still a little tight, though, and she found herself inadvertently bumping the treadmill. "Oh god, I'm sorry," she said, hoping she hadn't thrown her off or anything.