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Lennon: "Just like that. Push it." He grunted while his sweat dripped onto my body, mixing with mine. "I can't get it no higher!" I huffed and puffed, but that bar wouldn't go up no matter how hard I pushed. Finally, he helped me put it back into the things that held it in place, giving me room to roll off the bench to his padded floor with every muscle in my body screaming for relief. My sweat-soaked curls were sticking to the padding, my legs were shaking, and I already knew I would be sore in the morning. After the run, we went into his basement and have been here ever since. He had put me on machines I had never seen before, pushing me to the point where I couldn't finish the exercise before he would put me onto something else. We have repeated that process for two hours now. He hov