When Wednesday descended, I felt stronger and more alive. Going to the fitness center the prior day helped motivate me. I returned in the hopes I could work off some frustration and anger. It was even quieter than it"d been the day before. Only one other person was working on chest exercises, as if the weight amounted to nothing more than a pillow.
I approached the lat machine to his right, adjusted the seat height, and chose the amount of weight I hoped I could handle. I was about to get started when the other guy called out to me.
“Hey, would you mind spotting me on the bench press? No one"s been in here all morning.” He wore a baseball cap and a long-sleeve college jersey with the number three.
I wasn"t sure I could lift the same amount of weight he could, but I"d try. “No problem. A
