I keep punching, aiming right at the targets like Tonia told me. I’m sweating like crazy, as I have been at it for two hours now. But I’m genuinely feeling great. I finally got back to the gym, and I really missed our morning workout sessions. She lets me hit a couple more times the target, encouraging me all along. When we finally stop, I’m panting.
“You’re doing great, baby girl!”
“I still feel this is never going to be enough, Tonia. Nathaniel is crazy.”
She rolls her eyes and helps me take off the gloves. We are both wearing dark workout outfits, but that makes the difference between us all the more visible. Tonia is one head taller than me, and she shows a lot more muscles under her tan skin. Even if I did gain a few new pounds and can now last longer at training, I still
