She started to laugh as I approached the squat rack. “This isn’t how you train, you naïf.” I looked around: the power builders were all in a drooling stupor, blood pouring from their ears and fingernails. A glow surrounded my hands as the barbell lifted to the ceiling and began to spin three thousand times a minute. “Ditch your trainer–I cost much less.” Her laugh filled the speakers for a year. “Of course, I think you know my one small charge.”
Keegan Shepherd 