THERESA
One day, he said we should go to the gym together. At first, I thought that was a great idea. I was always at the gym, and I loved the idea of bonding over a shared hobby. Maybe he’d even be impressed by all the work I’d put in, and the results I’d obtained after years of hard work. But I soon learned the flaw in my thinking.
After warming up, we started with bench press. He had me go first. I layered on some weights for a warmup set. Two fifty-pound weights on a forty-five-pound bar. I swiftly did eight reps and let him take his turn.
He got through that just fine. I layered on more weights. On my third set, I decided to finally load the bar up to what I normally lift on an 8-rep day, which was 270 pounds. This was pretty standard, if not low, for a male warrior in my weight cl
