Robert and coach are going to show Eva some basic defense on the mats while Ryan and I hang out in here. Is that okay?”
I like that he’s asking me what I am okay with. “Yeah, I trust you guys. Eva will be fine. Let’s do this.”
“Ryan. Go make sure the tub is free. She’s going to need to soak in about fifteen minutes and you may need to rub out the Charlie horses she’ll get from this later.” Grant says.
“I’m not taking a bath right now! There isn’t a tub here, is there?”
“Yeah, actually there is. It’s used mostly for sports therapy, though now and then the nurse will use it if someone has an injury that is hurting them. It’s a one person tub with jets. You can set it for hot or cold depending on what you’re using it for. You’ll want it hot and the jets on, because after holding that rack up for a while, you’ll be cursing me. We can’t have you walking funny for three days, not after your play this afternoon. The rumor mill would have a field day and the churches would be full of people praying for you. So let’s use the tub. Just trust me on this. Do you have a bathing suit here? If not I can find a small gym uniform probably. If the coach doesn’t like what someone wears to practice, sometimes he makes us change, so he has extra school shorts and shirts in the back.” Grant explains.
“Um, no I don’t have a bathing suit, it’s freaking November! Please tell me the shirts are not white at least?”
“Nope, maroon and grey, school colors. So you’re safe, Strawberry Shortcake.”
“Ha, ha, Grant. Can we get to work now if you’re done gossiping like a girl? My girlfriends might talk less than you do. Brenda at least.” I say to him, with a wide, toothy smile.
“Oh, yeah. The Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. At least that’s what she is in my dreams. Okay, push it and hold it as long as you can without too much pain. If you feel a pop, pull, or serious burning, stop. I want you to breathe. You need to hold out long enough for help to come. We won’t do this in one day, but eventually my goal is for you to hold that for at least fifteen minutes.”
Nearly three hundred pounds for fifteen minutes with my legs? I have strong legs from cheering and everything, but that is more than double my weight, wow. I’m determined to do what I have to do, so I’ll do what I can. The fact that I can press this at all is a blessing. It’s shocking enough to surprise these guys and the coach, so I’ll do it. If holding that door shut saves at least my sister, then that’s what I’ll do. I breathe in deep, and push with my legs.
I get comfortable, well as comfortable as I can, holding up nearly three hundred pounds with my legs, and finally release a breath.
“Great job, Emma! Keep breathing! Try to think of something else, to keep your mind off of time. How about some music? Let’s see what the cheerleaders have in here for music.” Ryan says from behind me, as he walks back in the room.
Being a cheerleader, I know a lot of the music we have in the room off of the weight room where the radio and announcing station is.
“No girly, whiny shit, please!” I yell after him and hear a laugh in response.
I feel my legs shake and drop the rack. “Fuck. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Emma. That was four minutes! You did amazing! Think you can make your boyfriend look bad and do it again?” Grant says with a big toothy smile.
Gonna make you sweat, also known as Everybody Dance Now by C&C Music Factory came on, and I nod my head. “Hell yeah, and let’s see if I can break five minutes.”
I lift it again, and Ryan co mes back in. He sees that I’m holding on to the grips on either side of my hips tightly, and grabs my right hand that is closest to him. “Don’t hold too tightly, concentrate on your legs doing all of the work so you don’t overstrain more of your body. Let go with your hands and let’s see how you do.” He starts rubbing my hand which is tingling and really
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