Enoch nodded and I bit my lip, feeling slightly awkward as he came to stand beside me, mimicking my movements. We went through a whole sequence of my usual stretches and when I felt like I was warm enough I stood from the ground and rolled out my shoulders.
I walked to the dumbbells, speaking over my shoulder, “Upper body, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever your plan was, is good with me.”
I nodded. “What do you need, thirties? For biceps curls.”
I watched Enoch in the mirror behind me shrug. “Sure. Thirties are fine.”
I walked them over to him before returning to get my own weights.
“Um, I just do, like, eight to ten reps for three sets with a minute or two between sets.”
“Sounds good.”
“What do you usually do to work out?” I asked as I began my first set.
Enoch cast his eyes my way as he took his space beside me. “Um, I do weights two days a week, I do some bag work or box at least two times a week, usually more since I’ve got Jae around and he likes to spar. And recently I’ve gotten into calisthenics.”
“Cali-what?” I asked, pausing mid curl to raise my brow at him.
Enoch chuckled and motioned for me to continue my rep.
“It’s like body-weight resistance training. Push-ups, pull-ups, squats…” he trailed off, finished with his set, bending over to put the weights down.
“Cool.”
“You want to see something cool?” he asked with a smirk, his eyes gleaming.
I sighed, putting my weights down. “I’m scared.”
He chuckled, throwing his head back. He was shaking his head to himself as he lifted the Bosu ball from the corner of the room and placed it several feet away from me. He flipped it on its head so that the flat part was facing up and then in a matter of seconds proceeded to push himself into a handstand.
I stared slack jawed as he held the position, his body swaying to keep balance on the ball.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. He lowered his body as if doing some sort of vertical pushup and his shirt fell over his face, exposing a chest of pure muscle. And a tattoo.
Holy shit.
Damn. He’s mine?My cheeks flushed.
He shook his head, trying to get his shirt out of his face, but tipped sideways and swiftly righted himself. He stood, his face flushed as he laughed at himself and fixed his shirt.
“So?” he asked, smiling as he watched my reaction.
“Yeah, I’d say that was pretty fucking impressive.”
Enoch’s smile widened and he stared at me for a second before returning the Bosu ball to the corner. He stepped up beside me, lifting his dumbbells and started his next set like he hadn’t just done a handstand push-up while balancing on a ball.
“Showoff,” I muttered under my breath as I resumed my own set.
Enoch chuckled and we continued on, working through several more exercises.
“What made you get into weight training?” he asked casually during a break between sets.
“Um,” I paused, thinking about my response. “When I started at Grip Lab, I couldn’t even manage a fucking push-up, and I wanted to get stronger. Needed to, if I was going to be expected to belay someone on the wall or just climb to the top to grab a cable or give instructions…And we had this personal trainer that used to work at the gym. I took a couple sessions, got the basic idea of what to do, how to do it, etcetera. And then…I dunno, I just liked it—loved it actually. I liked seeing how strong I was. I mean, physically being able to see the changes, being able to do more, lift heavier. I’m not, like, into bodybuilding or anything—”
“Nah, I get you.”
