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The first song was “Love Gun.”  Sean nodded to himself as he took off his jacket, shirt and t-shirt.  His shoulder was still stiff.  He stood there in his suit pants, looked in the mirror and dropped back down and started blowing out push-ups.  Bailey moved to the edge of the bed to watch him.  He kept going.  Sweat poured off of his head, pooling on the hardwood floor.  He lost track of time.  His arms and chest were burning, but he could not make himself stop.  When he traveled he would go until failure. 
     
    Brian heard the music from the hall and pushed open the door.  He was ready to head to Doc’s. 
     
    “What the fuck?  It’s nine.  Let’s go!”  Brian emotions went from angry to concern as Sean got off the floor shaking his arms. 
     
    “Why are you doing push ups again?  Shit!”
     
    “Calm down!”  Sean answered.
     
    “Are you on the juice?”
     
    Sean grabbed a towel from the dresser, veins popped out of his chest shoulders and arms. 
     
    “No, I am not taking anything.  I just get these moods where I have to workout and I can’t stop.  You know that.  I have been doing this for nearly a year.  Where have you been?”
     
    Brian leaned against the doorframe. “I just didn’t say anything. Has it been a year?  That is not good.”
     
    “Yeah, it has.”
     
    “What do you mean ‘moods’?”  Brian seemed deep in thought.
     
    “I mean I can’t stop myself – I have to workout constantly.  When I am traveling, I run and run for hours.   I run until I barf.  I had blisters on my feet for a long time, or what felt like a long time.  I have had to buy six pairs of new shoes in the last year.  I am wearing holes in them. Check this out.”  He tossed Brian a pair of New Balance running shoes that were sitting on the floor – there were holes worn through the ball of the foot. Brian examined the shoe and tossed it on the floor. 
     
    Sean shrugged.  “Could be worse.  I could be hooked on smack or something.”
     
    “That’s not funny.  Maybe you should talk to Michelle.”  Michelle was a doctor at the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center, or UPMC, as it was called.  She went to college with both Brian and Sean.   She was smarter than both put together.
     
    “And tell her what?  I am working out too much? 
     
    “Couldn’t hurt.”
     
    “No way, I burned that bridge with her a year ago.  I don’t think she wants to do me any favors.”
     
    “Just sayin.”
     
    “Brian, she does not want to see me.  Let it go.  I’ll hop in the shower and be downstairs in five minutes.”
     
    Brian, frowned, shrugged his shoulders and turned to head downstairs.   He paused and stuck his head back in the room. “And one more thing dummy. . . .”
     
    “What’s that dummy?”  Sean replied.
     
    “Turn down that fucking music, somebody might call the cops,” Brian laughed and walked downstairs.
     
    Sean smiled and grabbed the now warm Rolling Rock, walked into the bathroom and started the water.  Bailey followed him in.  The bathroom had been redone but still retained the classic touches of the original house.  It contained an iron claw foot tub with a curtain, a pedestal sink and a toilet.  The mirror contained a hidden medicine cabinet and of course Brian’s maid, Maria, had stocked the bathroom with towels in anticipation of Sean’s arrival.  Neither Brian nor Maria would let Sean pay her, but he found ways to thank her.  Last year, he scraped together the money to pay for Steelers playoff tickets for Maria and her husband.
     
    Sean stepped into the shower and Bailey lay down on the bathmat in front of the tub, ready for any intruder.  Five minutes later Sean was heading downstairs with Bailey in tow, wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and sandals.  Brian handed him a fresh beer.
     
    “How would you like to play lacrosse tomorrow?”  Brian asked as he sat down in one of the club chairs.  He was wearing shorts and a blue