GrindLeaving the door at 5:30 a.m. was tough. Everyone had slept, but Aneka had stirred and jumped into the warm spot left next to Marianne by Jarrod. The 6:00 a.m. training session was still on, upper body strength and tone the aim, but Malik knew that he had to take it easy today and they spent a lot of time discussing the best way forward to achieve the goals.
“We’re aiming for the washboard,” said Malik, as Jarrod left the gym. Jarrod lifted his shirt and tensed to show him he wasn’t far away. Malik blew out his cheeks as if to mock him for being fat, but of course he was hardly carrying anything, just a little bit of middle-age baggage that he figured he’d never be able to shake.
Jarrod had never been a spectacular specimen but had been involved in modelling shoots with clothes on,
