7
Liam
“Ten more. Grit your teeth and pull,” says Ginny.
I pull up on the makeshift pullup bar attached to the oak tree in my front yard. My muscles burn and sweat runs down my face. Not even the best trainers in Los Angeles can compare to the superhero boot camp hell that Ginny’s prepared.
“Nine,” she says when my chin finally clears the bar.
I slowly lower my body, careful not to let my feet touch the ground.
“Keep your knees up.”
I grunt. I don’t have energy for a response.
“Eight.”
Sweat drips into my eyes. I concentrate on finishing the reps. And soon I’m done with the final ten. I drop to the ground and shake out my arms and roll my shoulders.
“That was good,” she says.
I stretch my arms. It’s not even six a.m. and I think I’ve done more exercise today than I have in the p
