Della tries to ignore her but the other Amazon persists.

“Listen, I’m just here to work out. I’m not here to mess with your little kingdom. Let’s just stay out of each other’s ways.” Della said trying to sound reasonable, but she wasn’t sure. The other Amazon didn’t seem at all convinced.

The other woman stood over her as imperiously as she could. “When people come here, they know this is Olivia’s territory. So you can respect that, or you can leave.” The woman named Olivia said.

Della put her hands up in a peaceful gesture. “I said before I’m not here to mask your territory. This is a gym, not a brothel. So you can respect that I need to use the equipment without being harassed.” Della took one of the gym towels and just walked out, not waiting for the older woman’s response. That it taken her maybe a month to get around all the gyms in town before He finally found one that had all the equipment she was looking for. Not to mention it was within walking distance of her apartment. No more carrying sweaty gym clothes home on the bus. I mean maybe she had just missed Olivia every other time she’d been here. Maybe their schedules just rarely match. Her new instincts made her see the other woman as a rival that needed to be defeated, and she was trying to keep a cool head, not being focused at the gym can have terrible consequences.

We tried to clear her mind by walking around the track that ran around the border of the gym before picking up the pace to a jog. After one lap jogging, she picked up to a run. It felt a little awkward, but it was definitely more gangly than she would’ve liked. But the cardio felt good for her longs for a change. Instead of pushing it too far, she decided to head over to the weights. She put down a note on her warm-up jog that it felt good and she might try for a runner’s high someday.

At the deadlift platform, she loaded up a barbell with all the weight she normally uses. He focused on her posture, especially how she had to squat down a little deeper to reach the bar. One deep breath and then she lifted the bar smoothly until locking out, fully extended. It was like the weight wasn’t even there. Control to let the weight fall, trying not to make it slam arounds. Other people did, but the point was controlling the weight up and down. After adding two more plates, she went again. Two more plates before she finally started to feel the effort. She let out a laugh involuntarily. It was hard to decide whether it was sad that her new body had overshadowed all of her previous effort of getting strong. But it was like being a newbie again, this time with all of her experience she had gained before. Quickly she cleaned up her weights, worked everything down, then headed over to the weight racks.

Following the same pattern as before, she added 60% more weight than her previous best for three sets of five in the deep squat and overhead press. She glared at her old nemesis, the pull-up bar. In high school she had never really taken her fitness very seriously. It may have just been something about it being mandatory, maybe that high school gym classes and at your own pace. Even after discovering exercise, she had yet to do a single unassisted pull up. She skipped the human height bar and went straight to the Amazon one. With a little a assistance from a step stool, she took the bar in hand. Her back muscles flexed as her arm strained, and she pulled until she raised off the ground and touched her chin to the bar. Della dropped down laughing again. She needed to add full pull-ups to her workout routine now.

Soon she went to the back room where they kept the weights sled. While lifting weights that has some inherent risk for improperly handled weights, a weighted sled doesn’t have you supporting any weight. So she loaded it up to 150% of her one trip back and forth across the gym maximum. He started pushing. The sled weight moved. When she reached the wall, she started pulling in the sled moved. She wasn’t even considering this amount of weight and exercise for her legs. It was just cardio at this point so she went back and forth maybe 16 times, were sweat filling the air mixing with exhausted laughter.

Della considered just calling it a day for now. Kettlebell and club swinging can wait till next session later since it’s so skill-based. And hell, she makes money as a breeder and she could probably afford her own personal trainer. She’d jog home and maybe do some light calisthenics. Feeling self-satisfied, she took down her notes on today’s workout while sitting on a weight bench. He was even feeling horny again. That was something to take care of later. Then she saw Olivia, arms folded, glaring daggers at her as she started bitching, “You think you’re hot stuff! Turning the heads of all the other bitches in the gym. Trying to make the rest of us look bad. I’m not going to stand for that.”