Well, at least there was a calendar on the wall again. This time, the month was filled with little scribbles of where he wanted to run to. Sometimes he would replace these boxes with small photographs he snapped of the scenery with Angela's camera. She always did love taking pictures of the scenery and of them. He wasn't quite ready to see himself in those pictures yet, lest he is reminded of the absence of his lover next to him in the photos.
Eventually, he grew tired of running. He ended up running a few marathons where he expertly avoided the reporters and intrigues of other runners (some habits and skills die hard after all, that was a joke he could now allow himself to make), before heading home.
As such, he decided to go to the gym. It was also a way for him to force himself to interact with others. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could avoid being asked to be a spotter or needed one. To his dismay, he found himself to have lost some strength. Well, it was to be expected he supposed. He was the same way when he first started running too.
As with running, he worked himself through the day before heading back. There were a few regulars there that asked him about his workout patterns and was amazed at the time he had for it. He simply said that he had a viable income method that allowed him to keep working out.
The people there didn't pry too much into his personal life, which definitely helped him to stay at it. Eventually, the amount of weights and exercises he could handle every day increased. He met many people there who greeted him and knew his exercise patterns well enough to be right there exactly when he needed them. He finally ended up wearing the wedding ring on his hand again and on a necklace for when he's weightlifting.
He only did it because it reminded him of her when he worked. He found it comforting and encouraging to think of her, though it took him a few days before he grew accustomed to having its weight on his ring finger again. He was reminded of the old times when he would drag her from her work to exercise at the gym, watching as she pouted and panted with every exercise but still working hard and looking absolutely beautiful while she did.
Eventually, he bid farewell to his friends at the gym. He did not want to become a bodybuilder, after all, the experience simply got him back in shape and let him feel more comfortable in public. He was confident that he could function normally again.
And so, he went and got himself a job at a coffee shop.