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Rachael's Year

... don’t come in on Mondays or Fridays, sometimes not on Wednesdays too. It depends if I have a lot of homework.” “Ah so you’re a student?” “Yeah. I’m a senior. Uh, high school senior,” Rachael explained, looking down and scratching the back of her neck. “Well that’s great Rachael! You are getting an early start on fitness and not waiting until you’re 30 like I did.” Rachael looked up at him and was about to ask him his age. Ronnie sensed this and answered her before she could ask, “I’m 43 and I’ve been hitting the gym hard for around 13 years now.” “Oh, wow, I uh, I thought you were younger,” Rachael blushed having no idea that was his age. Ronnie laughed off her attempt at a compliment. “Thanks.” Rachael smiled awkwardly again, glancing to the floor. “It just so happens that I am here on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and sometimes Sunday doing my thing. So how about I meet you here Tuesday and Thursday nights and we can sort of train together a little? I can help push you along some; help you break that barrier that your mind puts on your body. What do you say?” “Uh, I don’t know, like a personal trainer? I don’t think I can pay you.” Ronnie let out a hearty laugh. “No, no, I don’t want you to pay me!” “Well, ok. But why?” “Why you ask? Well I just recently moved here and I’m looking to make friends. Secondly, I like helping people that are actively helping themselves and finally, I think you’re a cool kid. So why not?” “You think I’m cool?” Rachael asked meekly. “Well sure! So ...

... what do you say? Let me help you some?” “Um, alright. I can meet you here Tuesday evening. How about seven?” “That’s perfect! I’ll see you then. High five.” Ronnie said, holding his hand up, his palm facing her. Rachael chuckled and gave him a high five. She smiled all the way home. Chapter 3 “Push it, push it. One more, you can do it,” Ronnie said, standing next to Rachael as she slowly lifted a heavy dumbbell above her head. “There we go, see, just keep pushing beyond your mind’s limits.” Rachael placed the weight on the rack and gave Ronnie a high five. It was mid-October and for over a month the two of them have been spending about three nights a week at the gym together; Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. He would always push her harder each time and she could see the results. “You going trick or treating?” Ronnie asked. “Ha! I think I’ll pass,” Rachael replied as she grabbed her bag. “Oh that’s right, I forgot you’re too old for that,” Ronnie said, holding the door open for her. “Are you doing anything for Halloween?” “Well there’s this party I heard about, but I wasn’t really invited. My friend was though.” “You should go to it. Crash it! Buy an awesome costume.” Rachael shrugged, “I don’t know.” “You got any tests or anything tomorrow?” “Nope.” “Do you think your mom would mind if you joined me for coffee?” Rachael shook her head, “She probably wouldn’t even notice me getting home later.” “Hmm, ok, well as long as you don’t think you’ll get in trouble. You can follow me, ...