ReadOasis Step 2
Tom’s hands slipped on the bar. Metal hit metal. Sweat ran into his eyes and made the lights blur. He pulled, breathed, pulled again, and the weight still won. The clock above the mirror kept ticking like a small enemy. He checked it and felt his stomach drop. He thought, “I’m past one hour, but I still want one more set.”
He stayed anyway. He ran hard on other days too. He tried to train like the strong people online. Long sessions, heavy work, no mercy. For a short time, pride...