She looked incredible in her yoga pants and tight pink tank-top, a flirtatious outfit that left little to the imagination.
“Are you ready?” I whispered into her ear, running my fingers slowly down her arm. She lay on her back, ready to take whatever I gave her.
“Yeah, give it all to me,” she whispered.
She was just a girl on Tinder. With some small talk about fitness and pure dumb luck, I managed to get her to go out with me. One thing led to another, and now here we were, my body on top of hers, our sweat mingling together.
Grunts. “Give me more” she moaned. I obeyed, putting more and more weight on her until she couldn’t take it any longer- or so I thought. She continued moving her body in a passionate rhythm, faster than before. Up, down, up, down, up, down…My vision was getting hazy. I didn’t think I could continue like this.
Suddenly she screamed, bringing me back to reality. She lay there exhausted but satisfied, finally finishing. I looked down on her, thinking that maybe I could finally get a water break.
“More,” she pleaded, “and let’s try a different position this time.”
What? I thought to myself Where is all this energy coming from? I’m exhausted from doing just one set. How could she keep on going?
But despite all the complaints, I continued, silently blaming her ex-boyfriend for setting the bar too high in the past.
Up, down, up, down, up, down. The rod moved, slowly but steadily, between her. By the 18th rep however, I could see her slowing down; her body tensed as she struggled to perform another set. I could see every single drop of sweat on her body. Up…. down… up… down………….
She faltered, her body pushed to its very limit. I could tell she couldn’t hold on much longer. With my last ounce of strength, I grabbed on and helped her finish to the very end. She immediately reached for her protein juice and squirted it into her mouth, swallowing with one gulp. It was finally over.
“Whoa,” she whispered, “that was quite the workout.”
“Yeah,” I responded vaguely, my mind beyond exhaustion.
“Anyways, I’m going to take a shower, but I’ll see you here on Friday for leg day, yeah?” She smiled encouragingly before heading for the locker room.
I slowly nodded, trying not to collapse onto the dirty floor of the RSF.
Benching with a fitness junkie is tough.