“Let’s crank it up a notch, shall we?”
Julie stared with silent horror and disgust. His eyebrows, build, and attitude left a sour aftertaste at the foot of her tongue which she swallowed with contempt. She couldn’t believe what she had got herself into.
“Go on, 20 more.”
Heaving off the floor where she’d sprawled after the first 30 pushups, Julie continued without complaint. Unable to see the results of her efforts, she wondered, huffing and puffing, if she should reconsider priorities.
Twelve months later, the gold meddle grazed against her heart.
At the gym, her coach prepared for the next round.
