Saturday can't help watching the poor guy with some amusement as he grunts and struggles his way through his workout with unnecessary breath and motion. She goes back and forth on offering some tips as she finishes with her weights, re-racks them, and heads over to the obstacle course for some cardio.
The gym is the only thing she really, honestly likes about this place. It's familiar, and it's fancy. For example, all she has to do is hit a couple buttons on a touchscreen and a vast patch of floor reconfigures itself into the American Ninja course from hell - nothing padded, and metal edges only blunted enough not to break skin. If she fucks this up, she'll be bruised for days.
Lucky she almost never fucks it up.
With a savage grin, she hurls herself at the first obstacle, bounding and flipping like a hyperactive squirrel as machine blades almost as big as she is try and fail to catch her. One-two, one-two, across the bouncy pads, up the big wall, mind the sudden tilting, dodge the sandbags on the balance beam, big leap across to the second platform and successful front roll into a slide down the side of the ramp. Up again, hand over hand across the monkey bars, flip into the landing, duck that last sandbag and - done. The whole thing takes 53.39 seconds, on the dot.
"Not my best time," she mutters as she checks it. Then she resets the course and heads back to the weight rack.
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The gym is the only thing she really, honestly likes about this place. It's familiar, and it's fancy. For example, all she has to do is hit a couple buttons on a touchscreen and a vast patch of floor reconfigures itself into the American Ninja course from hell - nothing padded, and metal edges only blunted enough not to break skin. If she fucks this up, she'll be bruised for days.
Lucky she almost never fucks it up.
With a savage grin, she hurls herself at the first obstacle, bounding and flipping like a hyperactive squirrel as machine blades almost as big as she is try and fail to catch her. One-two, one-two, across the bouncy pads, up the big wall, mind the sudden tilting, dodge the sandbags on the balance beam, big leap across to the second platform and successful front roll into a slide down the side of the ramp. Up again, hand over hand across the monkey bars, flip into the landing, duck that last sandbag and - done. The whole thing takes 53.39 seconds, on the dot.
"Not my best time," she mutters as she checks it. Then she resets the course and heads back to the weight rack.