Part 1: Ready

If only...

 I look down at the scale to see that I’m 3 pounds lighter. I’m pumped for my next session with Angela, my personal trainer. In fact, I think I’m going to get there early.

One day..

“Come on! Push through!” Angela yells at me as I jog on the treadmill.

I’m tired as heck. So much sweat is running down my forehead, I have to keep blinking to keep it out of my eyes.

“Time!” Angela presses the cool-down button and the pace slows.

Finally! I can’t talk because I’m trying my best to catch my breath. I sit on the ground and scoff down some of my water. Angela gets me a towel with a chuckle.

“Great job! You’re making progress- enough that I may have to add more pressure sooner than I thought.” Angela says as she hands me the towel and sits beside me.

“No, no, trust me. The pressure is killing. No need for more.” I lay back on the ground exhausted.

Angela chuckles. “Honestly, you’re doing great.”

“This morning, I weighed myself,” I say through heavy breathing. “3 pounds.” I hold my hand up for Angela to high-five.

She reaches over and gives me a high-five. I forgot how strong she was and how sore I am. Her slap sends pain through my arm.

“Ah!” I rub my hand.

“Oh, you’ll be alright.” Angela says with a laugh. She reaches her hand out to give me a lift. Reluctantly, I lift my sore arm.