Hit the weights to build muscle!

Your biggest reason for coming here was to get stronger, so you immediately made your way over to the weight rack. It was also one of the least intimidating things you could do here, less worry over not knowing how to use one of the complicated machines and looking like an idiot as you tried it. With the free weights it was pretty straightforward, and you'd seen your fiance Nick lift his heavier weights at home enough times to pick up a decent idea of the form and stuff so you don't pull something. As you made your way down the row you strolled right past the massive and over-sized weights, amazed that they even had dumbbells that weighed in the triple digits. The amounts lowered further as you kept going, eventually down to sixty pounds. Fifty, forty, thirty, and soon you were arriving down to the single digit weights. It was a little humiliating to go to the lightest section possible, but better to start small and work your way up, right? You glanced around, noticing one of the massive male trainers glancing over at you and you immediately turned away from him so you didn't have to meet his no doubt judgmental gaze. Turning to your left there was a woman focused on her barbell that she was bench pressing, it looked to have thirty pounds on each end of it and a twinge of envy flashed through you as you wished you could manage weight like that.

Shaking off your concerns for everyone around you, you tucked your hair back and stepped closer to the rack of weights. First you picked up the three pound weights, relieved when you were able to lift one in each hand without a massive struggle. Placing them back down gently, you moved to the five pound ones next. With a tiny grunt you hefted up one in each hand, curling the one in your right hand and able to do so with some effort and your arm trembling just a little. You took it slow, alternating lifting the weight in each hand. With every movement you felt your arms warming up, and strangely the weights seemed to feel a little lighter after you'd curled them several times. By the time you were finished and had lifted them up a dozen times with each arm you were amazed at how you had managed to finish so many of them without breaking a sweat and without your arms aching.

"Maybe these are a tiny bit too light?" you said to yourself quietly as you returned them to the rack. You grabbed the eight pound ones next, another grunt slipping out as you lifted them from the rack. They definitely felt a bit heavier than the last ones, but you were able to slowly bring them up with a proud grin on your face, even if your arms were buckling as you lifted them up. The shaking movement started to fade though by the second or third time you lifted it, and just like the five pound weights before, by the time you had hit double digits in your reps they didn't feel nearly as heavy as before. Giving one last lift of both weights, you carried them back to the rack and placed them down, wiping the tiny bit of sweat from your forehead. As you did you looked at your arm, noticing an actual bulge to your bicep.

"Wow, maybe I'm not as weak as I thought?" you muttered to yourself. You poked the tiny bit of muscle in your arm, astonished that you were reacting so well to the workout.

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