Admire Ana's lifting instead

You both get into position on your benches. "All right," Ana says, "ready, set, lift!" She takes the bar off the rack and lifts the weight. It's quite light, so she has no trouble with it whatsoever. You take a look around the room. It seems Summer has left, and you know from being here every week that no other regulars will be in for quite a while. Instead of lifting your own weight, you return to appreciating Ana's lifting. Her defined abs tighten as she works. They're exposed by the sports bra she wears, which cups a pair of medium-sized breasts. Her tight workout pants cling to well-muscled thighs and a firm ass, but if you didn't know better you wouldn't be able to tell what she's packing. Either it's not very big right now, or she takes care to keep it concealed.

Ana notices that you haven't started. "Are you conceding already, or what?" she grunts with a lopsided grin.