Unfamiliar familiar faces

It's Friday 21:30 pm when I enter the gym. I don't feel like putting in too much effort this evening but I 'm here anyway. It's been a few months since I first stepped into the gym. A world of rituals and patterns and repeating movements. As I rest on a bench I look closely at what's going on... Who are these repeating unfamiliar familiar faces...

The two girlfriends always starting 22:00, exactly one hour before the gym closes. The power house, always working on his upper body, easily out lifting anyone there. The two friends, there living the lifestyle, flexing in the changing room mirror. The out of shape dude with the pink converse shoes who's on a mission, that's for sure. The runner, who prefers the daily treadmill over the pavement. The cute overly enthusiastic hostess, that blesses everyone with her smile. And me, the guy that politely nods to all the unfamiliar familiar faces...