It's 20 kilograms, bar and all

You really should have kept a training routine, as it's taking more of an effort than you remember. But you go slow, focusing on keeping both your breath and the bar steady as you go through the set.

Your arms are complaining when you finally complete the first set of ten and put the bar back in its place, Abby helping you as she notices your extremities starting to tremble.

"Not bad," she says as you sit up and start to stretch to mitigate the pain of physical exertion on lazy muscles, "I'm sure you could lift more the last time I brought you to a gym, but I guess you didn't keep training these last months."

You shook your head as you rolled your shoulder. "I've been busy studying."

"Well, then it's a good thing that I'm here. Your mom and sisters already have enough curves for the entire family, so let's give you the meat to stand with me in Team Muscles!"

You shoot her a deadpan look. "That sound like something Sarah would come up with."

"So what if she did?" Your aunt sticks her tongue out as you roll your eyes. "C'mon, Doug, don't you want to at least gain some muscle? I mean, you look so cute that girls probably want to eat you up..." She unconsciously licks her lips as her eyes roam over your body, something that happens so often than you don't even react even if it comes from your tomboy of a father figure,"... but if you want to be more than that, we should work in building your strength and stamina."

"Well I wouldn't mind being more fit..."

"That's the spirit!" Sle slaps your back, and you manage to not wince at her strength. "Then let's move now that you've finished resting those arms. This will be a circuit, and the next stop will be doing pushups together, so you'll have to keep up with me."

Oh boy... You mentally groan, not looking forward to that. Keeping up with aunt Abby is a challenge when she's excited.