Workin’ On My Fitness || Kim & Irma
Kim had had an interesting turn of events in the last few months. Essentially the entire web she’d woven in Swynlake over the last year had unraveled and dropped her down right at square one again. Urs was gone. Ron was gone. Wade was gone. They were all reachable by phone and they were all still her friends but that didn’t really do her much good at the end of the day in a town by herself.
So Kim did what she did best. Set things up for herself to do and kept herself busy. What had she penciled in today? Working out.
Unfortunately, she didn’t want to risk injuring someone or herself on icy sidewalks and tracks in the forest so she was inside the gym today. She was ridiculously strong for her size. It was her blessing and curse. She wasn’t crazy lifting buildings strong but most of the time cars were doable. So she could manage to pile up enough weights inside the gym for a suitable barbell workout.
She laid back on the bench, grabbing the barbell with plates piled on either side and began her bench press reps. She was used to the looks and stares (I mean who wouldn’t when Kim didn’t exactly look like a body builder but was basically lifting the weight of one over herself), didn’t mean she still didn’t get self conscious about it, but right now she remained lazer focused on pushing the bar up above her.
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