TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY-three. Seventy-four. Seventy-five. He kept on counting, panting, repeatedly pulling himself up. He was sweating profusely, but his exertion urged him on. He finally got to three hundred and dropped down. He stretched his arms. Three hundred pull-ups. Not bad.
As his breathing returned to normal, he surveyed the entire gym, taking in all the equipment. Dumbbells, barbells, workout benches, and the rest of the lot. Thinking about it all, he realized that this was his home, where he truly belonged.
He trained every muscle specifically, having equipment for each training purpose. Even average bodybuilders would call his an extremist, but he didn't care. The results were visible enough.
His chests stood out like oversized eggs, glistening with sweat. His six-pack were as
