At the Gym

— Hey Dad, can you pick us up today after the gym? Ray’s car is in the workshop so I offered him mine until he gets his back.

You arrived at the agreed time but they weren’t done yet. Well, your Son actually was, as he explained:

— Yeah, Lena is still training with his PT. I usually go do a bit of cardio until they’re done…
— PT? — You asked
— Personal Trainer. The gym offers twice a week a training session with a certified trainer to check and monitorize progress and what-not. It’s pretty nice.
— Oh, how nice — You were astounded that all this was included within a free gym membership. — And? How is your progress going?
— Well, I feel stronger and fitter, but I haven’t had the chance to train with a PT yet. Brian is Lena’s PT and he was only able to schedule her in, so…

Only then you really realized how much muscle your Son put since joining the gym. You felt proud and at the same time jealous, suddenly becoming very self conscious about your puffy tummy and little to no muscle.

“I haven’t hit the gym in a while. No running, no nothing… I might have to start doing something again…”

You asked him about Brian. He showed you his Instagram page: A typical roided-up gymbro. But his actually was impressive: Defined muscles and popping veins. And a fuck-ton of followers, your Son and his GF included. You asked your Son to show you were he was to ask him if he’d find a gap in his schedule and help you get fit again. You were even ready to pay an extra fee to “convince” him.