“One more set and then you’re done for the day.” Scott slaps my leg, urging me to continue.
I towel off the sweat from my forehead, trying to find the energy to keep going. “I hate you. You know that, right?”
“Audrey, if I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me, I wouldn’t need to run this place. Now, stop stalling and give me one more set.”
“You’ve got this, Audrey.” Logan comes to stand next to Scott, and it sets my teeth on edge.
“I know I do,” I snap back.
He throws his hands up and takes a step back. “Sorry.”
“He’s right. You can do this.”
Glaring at both of them, I toss my towel to the ground and sit back on the machine. They’re right. I know I can do this, but it doesn’t lessen the pressure I’m putting on myself to do ten leg presses.
It’s something I used to be able to do in my sleep. It was easy. Now, my legs are screaming at me. I haven’t had to work this hard at anything in a long time.
Skiing came easy to me. From the time I strapped on my first pair of skis, I was hooked. I was a student of the sport and learned everything I could until it became second nature.
Now though? After my injury? It’s like I have to relearn everything I knew about skiing. I’m not used to being behind the eight ball.
Pressing my legs up for the final time, I bring them back slowly, setting the weight plates down on the stack.
“Hell yeah!” Scott holds his hand out for a fist bump, which I return.
I’m spent. Every muscle in my body hurts. My trainers weren’t kidding when they said this guy is good.
Logan gives me a shy smile before walking away.
“He’s only trying to help,” Scott tells me, watching Logan’s retreating form.
“Isn’t that your job?” I grab my water bottle, taking a huge gulp.
It feels good working my body like this. An athlete being down with an injury isn’t the easiest thing in the world.
“Yes, but Logan’s got a knack for this.”
“What, being a pain in the ass?” I laugh.
“Helping people. Coaching them. He’s good at it.”
I track Logan, watching as he goes and does his own workout. Scott’s right. It’s something Logan excelled at.
It’s one of the things I loved most about him.
I don’t think he knows how good he is at it. Even if it’s driving me crazy.
I’m sure I’m giving him whiplash with how hot and cold I am. I can’t help it. I try to let him in, but then my heart catches up with my head and all I’m reminded of is how he hurt me.
Why are relationships so complicated? Not that what we have would be considered a relationship.
Scott leaves me to do some stretches, but it’s hard to keep my mind focused. I still can’t believe Logan is here. It shouldn’t surprise me, seeing as how he lives an hour away from here. But with his injury, I thought the team would have him in Denver under close watch.
I guess his trainers had the same idea that mine did.
With each passing day here, I’m gaining more strength. My leg feels better. Being here has done wonders for my mental health and recovery. Not having to worry about reporters throwing cameras in my face? It would do anyone a world of good.
It figures that the place I’m sent and is good for me also has the one person I never wanted to see again.
