Chapter 17

As Christian made his way back to his house, he wore a broad grin on his face. He reflected on how his life had consisted of one terrible day followed by one of the best days of his life.

Christian recalls that he was getting ready to sign up for a membership at the gym. Due to the fact that his previous employer had already paid him, he was in possession of a sizeable amount of cash at the time.

"I suppose giving it a shot wouldn't hurt in any way," she said.

He went to a fitness center on a high street and paid the price for a one-week trial membership. He was all set to begin his workout. When he walked into the gym wearing the sports outfit for his school, there were a few individuals who looked at him. This made it quite evident to everybody inside that he had to be competing in the event as an amateur.

"Where do I even begin? I can't believe I just expected myself to come in here and start lifting." "What am I supposed to even start with?" It didn't take long until a helpful trainer approached him, and he did so with a puzzled expression on his face.

As he rubbed the palms of his hands together, he had the biggest grin on his face.

"It appears that this is your first time visiting. Since I am a personal trainer, if you feel like you might use some assistance, the first session with me is completely free.

"It's okay I-"

"There is no need to be so wary because, as I mentioned before, the first class is totally free! I'll walk you through the steps of using the equipment now that we're here. You wouldn't believe the number of people that go to the gym but end up hurting themselves because they do the incorrect things. Let's begin by determining your body fat %, but first let's get your weight down on the scale. I'll use that information to tailor a solution specifically to your needs.

Christian was whisked away to the bathroom scale before the personal trainer even gave him a chance to utter a single word, and the trainer quickly had him exactly where he wanted him to be.

"These personal trainers... they're much worse than the staff who work in perfume stores! I just wanted to attempt to be on my own and move away from this place! What am I supposed to do at this point?' Christian thought, but blown about by the wind, in the end the guy did say that the first class was free of charge.

Immediately following the completion of the measures, the trainer led him to the bench press. He had quite the impressive physique, coming close to matching that of his instructor, Mr. Tank. After each more weight was placed on either end, the trainer began to push away while simultaneously describing all of the appropriate points.

Asking yourself, "Is this guy truly attempting to educate me, or does he just want to show off in front of a newbie?" is a good way to find out.

Finally, the trainer halted what he was doing and gave Christian the opportunity to attempt while he moved around the back of the rack to assist Christian in the event that anything went wrong.

"I have never even set foot in a gym before, how much weight am I capable of lifting?"

The fitness instructor had his hands ready while at the same time keeping an eye on the weights that he still had on the bar. Even after removing some of the weight, he did not remove any of the weight that he had first placed on the bars.

It's clear to me that this kid wasn't blown away by either my rhythms or my technique. I can only assume that he has never gone to a gym before, as he has no idea how challenging this is. When he even tries to pull the weight off the bar, he will soon understand, and I will be there to watch him goof up so that I can help him just like I do all the other novices.' The coach had some thoughts.

Christian gave the impression of not having paid too much attention; nevertheless, he had in fact memorized each of the points that the trainer stated, and he was now imitating his beginning stance, arching his back slightly. To the point where it was nearly unmistakable, Christian had modeled his appearance after that of the trainer.

Oh, this kid's form is quite good,' the commenter exclaimed. The instructor was taken aback and began to speculate that perhaps Christian was just putting on an act to appear inexperienced.

After then, when Christian was endeavoring to give the weight of the rack a tiny push, he could only feel it budge very slightly. He suppressed his breathing and started pushing with all his might.

"There's no point in it."

Excitedly, Fenrir stated to Christian in his thoughts, "Don't worry boss, I got you." Christian heard this in his head.

As soon as possible, the bar was removed from the rack and brought to his chest level. After that, he pushed it back up once more. Putting it away in an impeccable manner and finishing one complete repetition.

Christian thanked Fenrir in his mind by saying, "Thank you, Fenrir."

Christian stood up from the bench and wiped the sweat off his head before continuing.

"Did I do a decent job?" Christian put the question.

The man was left speechless as he stood there and began to look around to see if anyone else had observed what he had just seen.

"Is this some kind of a joke? One of those videos on YouTube, I'm sure of it." He chuckled to himself, but when he tried to raise the bar, he saw that the weight was still there and that no one had tampered with it.

The weight had to be at least 90 kg; we don't understand how he managed to move so much in a single motion.

The instructor stared right at Christian's face in direct eye contact.

Christian said while he was waiting for a response, "So..."

Christian's mouth was still slightly agape from the shock when the trainer handed him the membership card to the gym.

"I'll take this, and many thanks. I wasn't anticipating actually receiving my card till much later today ", Christian exclaimed with a bubbling eagerness.

"Umm..." the trainer began, still in a state of astonishment.

"Oh this is wonderful, I thought I would have had to stay here all day, I'll come back tomorrow," the speaker exclaimed. Christian, overcome with joy, bolted away, leaving his trainer in a state of astonishment.

Christian made the decision to go to the grocery store in order to spend the remaining money he had after taking into account the fact that now that Fenrir was with him, he was able to do so much more. It was time for him to finish his buy at this location, so he picked some meat and veggies as well as a significant amount of junk food and loaded it all into his basket.

While he was moving across the area, he overheard Fenrir utter something that caught him off guard.

"Are we going to eat the snacks now master," Fenrir asked in Christians's head. "Are we going to eat the snacks now master?"

Christian responded, "We can wait until we get home before we worry about the chips."

"No master," Fenrir chortled, "the raw meat smells like it's going to be excellent."

"WHAT THE HECK was that? Raw meat is not something I would ever consume since I don't want to get sick ", Christian yelled to himself within his head.

Fenrir responded with, "But why bother, no one will care."

"No, I won't be able to run out and bring the meal back!" If I cook or eat all of this raw in front of Mom, she will think I'm crazy for buying so much steak and eating it in whole chunks like a wild animal out of nowhere!' If I cook or eat all of this raw in front of Mum, she will think I'm crazy for buying so much steak and eating it in whole chunks like a wild animal.

Christian proceeded to walk while arguing with Fenrir about the absurd notion that he could consume large quantities of raw flesh all by himself. In particular, Christian was concerned about his safety.