[guydaley]

Mighty Mite – The First Home Workout – Part 5

I was in a lot of pain the next day after climbing the wall from the previous evening and I spent several hours in a nearby apartment houses jacuzzi that I sneaked into.  I didn't have any friends here yet, that have there own hot tub.  A beer would have soothed my pains easily but I wasn't going to risk Mite's notice, however she happens to do it. 

I'm not sure if she really intended to drop all of her clients, that sounds a bit extreme, maybe she was trying to coerce some deep, dark secret that I have out of me like I'm an ex CIA secret operative, or that I use to fly helicopter pilots in Vietnam, I don't really have a clue.  Alls I really know is that without trying she's a master of disguise, I thought she was a teenager at first, she can read minds or she's a Sherlock Holmes disciple, and that she could probably kick a Navy Seals ass on the obstacle course and she's down right cute.  If I read her right, she might take offense at being called cute but that's exactly what she is.  She's 5' 1" and you don't package beautiful in that size.  Last but not least, she's got muscles, I'm pretty sure she's titless though and she's probably got a complex about that but you can't have everything. 

I just need to be more grateful that I'm in the same room with her.  Hell, maybe I'll get lucky and she'll never get over this fixation that I'm "special".  If I was special, I'd know it by now.  She turns peoples lives upside down, I can probably turn a garbage can upside down.  Its as simple as that.

I don't know what gym she had the key to for Friday but I was determined that she was not going to surprise me and leave me dumbfounded again.  I don't care if she was going to rescue Spiderman that night.  I was going to take it in stride and keep my composure.  I doubt that I could have met anybody more exciting. 

THE WORKOUT

I had great difficulties finding the address, I couldn't find any gym anywhere near the address she gave me and the address itself looked like it was in a series of warehouses some of which were in use and others abandoned.  But I found a door that was sandwiched between a couple addresses and it was as unlikely a setting as I could imagine for Mite's homebase.  There was no doorbell, no knocker but there was a light on  and I beat on a door that was corregated steel, if anybody was there I was going to ask for directions, then I was going to go find a phone but I was also going to be late and I was getting tense about that.

I heard a very faint, "Be right there".  Could have been a feminine voice but it was hard to tell. Then the door started to slide UP into the wall with some motorized operation.  And she stood there, in her sweat pants and sweatshirt with her hair in a pony tail and what looked like some Winnie the Pooh slippers. 

"Hi Mite, is this a private gym?"

"Yes, its very private, its my home"

"You really like the incognito thing don't you ?"

"Yup, I value my privacy"

Only celebrities go this nuts about there privacy and yet here I am in her home. 

"Come on in", Mite said.

I was admiring the beautiful hardwood flooring, but also too I noticed the pictures.  The entryway had signed,  framed pictures of famous bodybuilders.  I looked closer and by god, they were all personally addressed to her, one from Corey Everson said, "Thanks for the inspiration and support Mite!"

She called out to me from somewhere in the interior, "Do you want something to drink before we get started?" and there seemed to be a lot of these framed pictures.

"Yeah Mite, I mean just keep the water handy, I'll be fine."

Then I entered some kind of huge living room which had some sofas and a widescreen TV but it was open to another huge room and since this was a warehouse the ceilings were tall with lots of ceiling fans dropped down.  It was a HUGE room FILLED with equipment.  It was outfitted like a professional, pay $500 a year, gym.  I figured this is where she trained a lot of her clients and then she walked around some corner that must have led to the kitchen and said, "Your the first client that has ever been to my home."

I don't know if I was getting addicted to this or not, but I managed to stammer that I was flattered. 

"Well, what do you think, we have enough equipment for a good workout?" 

"Uh, how did you manage all of this? and I waved my hand in the general direction of the gym."

"Oh, I had a client that was an equipment manufacturer and he gave me a good deal."

"I see."

Mite, switched the subject quickly, "Guy, I've got a couple more ideas, is there some kind of special adventure that you want to go on like climb a big mountain or paddle around a continent or explore in Africa?" 

"No, but hey if you got a burning desire to go on some trip, I'm game."

"No, no, it doesn't work that way, you do something big and I help you with it."

"Now Misty", I said as I was getting a bit frustrated, "how is it or why is it that you think I'm going to do something big or special, I don't play the lottery you know."

"Ah, ah, that sounds like a personal question and you agreed that if I answered your question about summer you wouldn't ask anymore personal stuff until I volunteered."

"Oh right, I suppose I did.  You know your so darn sure that I'm going to do something big I'm starting to believe it myself, but I can't for the life of me imagine what it is."  I thought for a moment and smiled, "Are you sure its not the fact that I got you training me, world renowned personal trainer?"

"Your not helping one bit, why can't you help me?"

"Because I don't know what your looking for."

"What about dreams, you have any big dreams, anything, anything at all."

I thought for a moment, "Yeah, I'd like to get a really good deal on a neat old brick house, fix it up, live in it for a while and then sell it for a huge profit.  Okay Kreskin?"

"Wait, who IS this Kreskin you keep talking about.?"

"The Amazing Kreskin?  Shoot he's a famous pyschic that would pick people out of the crowd and tell details about themselves and there families."

"Ah, I see."

"Yeah and if your so damn clairvoyant about my previous and current health and well being why can't you figure it out for yourself?"

"Because it hasn't happened yet, surely you have an inkling about something you might do, what about an invention? concerning the health and fitness industry perhaps?"

"Nope"

"Well now you got me into believing that you really don't have a clue."

"Tell me again; its supposed to be something I do that's really big in someway and has a major impact on you and you help me with it.  Beats me, do I save you from a car accident or vice versa?  The only way I'm going to save your life is if I take a bullet for you.  Otherwise I'm sure its going to be you saving my life."

"I'll have to give that one some thought, not sure if it meets the criteria or not but I think we've wasted enough time brainstorming, how about shoulders tonight?"

"Oh hey, did you gain anything from the workout the other night?", eager to find out if that workout made any progress for her.

"Yeah, maybe, it might have been a small increase or it might be that I wasn't hold the tape straight or I pulled it too tight and not tight enough the next time.  I'm not going to get my hopes up.  Lets start on the machine shoulder press and graduate to the dumbbells.",  Mite said as she left the room.

When she left I couldn't help but notice that the walls in the gym were smothered with posters of hard bodies in every shape and form.  She came back with a big shears in her hand and now she was wearing her satin jogging togs like she had before and her tennis shoes.  My attention was torn between her legs  and the shears as she was coming straight at me with the shears.

"Hold on now, what are you doing with the shears?"

"Who was it that said, I trust you implicitly?  I didn't say anything, still looking at the shears.

Mite put her hands on her hips and actually pursed her lips, "Do you or do you not trust me implicitly?"

"Well, and I was looking around, I don't see a whole lot to be cutting around here, nor do I see a lot of loose threads."

Now she looked sort of disgusted.  I had my hands on the bars of the shoulder press, but her left hand darted in so quickly and grabbed my T-shirt and yanked it out I had no time to react.  "Listen carefully, I think you'll like what I have to say.  Strong, chiseled abs, more than anything else gets me excited",  and she took the shears to my T-shirt and cut a big section out that revealed my midsection.  Let me show you what they need to look like and she lifted her sweat shirt and T-shirt up and pulled her togs down a little bit and revealed her midsection that showed a very vivid 8 pack.  And she continued to describe what she wanted, "Like this only deeper, as I said I can't seem to get any further with my development. Don't wear clothing that covers your midriff anymore when we workout in fact, you can stop wearing T-shirts completely.

"You could have said that in the first place before ruining my T-shirt."

Mite stopped short and seemed to consider something, "Guy, I suppose I've been remiss in filling you in on a few things, but as you know old habits die hard, I'm used to doing things a certain way and we're running out of time.  You don't know whats at stake here and we're going to have to put you AND me on the fast track."

"Wha", I tried to say something before Mite, squeezed my legs together, straddled them and put her finger on my lips.  Her face within kissing distance.  I tried to say something else.

"Shhhh", just listen.  I need to get in synch with your body and in order to do that I have to see and feel it.  I can only sense so much when you have layers of clothes on.  Normally, we wouldn't advance to this stage until you had made a certain amount of progress but we don't have that luxury but there is one thing that's helping us.  Your making faster than normal progress.  I know you've been taking your diet seriously.  Also, apparently at one time you did stick with it for a while and that's one of the cool things about muscle, it has memory.  So your making a quick comeback.  I have something of an empathic ability concerning an individuals health and well being so it goes a long way in helping a person train."

My mind was going a mile a minute.  Mite was suprising me again and I was losing my equilibrium.  Being with her was like having one foot in the Twilight Zone all the time but I made a stab at normal conversation.  "Empath, yeah I saw a Star Trek episode one time and she was able to help heal the crews injuries by taking them into herself and then healing herself."

Mite was still sitting on my lap but she pulled back a bit, "So you saw that episode too?"

"Oh yeah, I've seen all of them."

"Well her skills are lightyears beyond mine.  I can just sense whats going on with your body.  The healing you do on your own but with proper diet and supplements that's always universally helpful.  Also, the closer I am to a person, socially, physically and much less often emotionally, I get, for lack of a better word, stronger vibes.  Although sometimes when I'm in a crowded place, I'll pick something up.  Its kind of funny but during the winter when people are bundled up I get a lot fewer vibes than during the summer when people are half naked.  I went to a hospital once and it was a terrible experience for me.  I also avoid smokers at all costs.  There are times when I'm stuck in a bus and just before a 20 or 30 year smoker begins his gurgling cough, it will give me a dry heave and I cringe, I have to distance myself from the walking death immediately."

Mite, got off my lap in a fluid swift move, "I can talk, you start pumping, but take off your shirt first."

I did as requested and Mite moved around behind me while I was doing shoulder presses.  She traced a finger from my deltoid over my traps and down as much as the seat would allow. 

"Everybody always underestimates the importance of the burn.  Inexperienced people will stick with a certain number of reps or weight and in most cases they might not be able to push more but they aren't getting any burn.  The burn is lactic acid build up and its signaling the body to make changes.  The body is a wondrous thing and people are constantly abusing it and rarely does anybody want to maximize there own performance.  Guys love to put super and turbo chargers on their cars but on there bodies, no way.  That's what muscles are.  They are high performance accessories or can be if you develop them.  Women run around with 1 barrel carburetors, burn hardly any fuel but they are constantly overflowing there tank.  It doesn't go on the ground, it goes on there ass, hips and so on.  Guys and the occasional female body builder have installed bigger carburetors, but they need them to fuel there much bigger motor, there metabolism."

Clank, I didn't really drop the weight but I dropped it faster than I should have.

"You see, you already know all of this but I distracted you and you've got a nice burn going there don't you?"

I sat there in the chair without turning around to address Mite who was still behind me, "Yes I do Mite and I'm beginning to understand certain things but your not giving me enough credit.  I should be able to ask you questions so I can advance my understanding about whats going on."

"Guy", Mite said for emphasis, "You've got to have faith.  I'm pretty strong for my size, in pretty good shape but that's on a physical level.  However, I'm pretty weak in other areas.  It doesn't matter that I can objectively look at things that happened when I was a teenager, it just does not matter", Mite said with a bit more intensity in her voice.  Mite came around my chair to face me, "Its those damn impressionistic, formative years that can make or break you for years sometimes permanently", "Mite was starting to get a little bit flushed in the face.  The body is well equipped to heal itself physically but there are no supplements for emotional scars, there is no plastic surgery for that kind of injury and there is no SPOCK to remove the pain!  Mite was pacing back and forth now like a leopard.  "SHIT!", she yelled, "I NEED to workout!". 

I sat there watching Mite get worked up and I could see the muscles in her legs in stark relief, tensing, relaxing, tensing, relaxing as she paced the floor, it was so hypnotic and yet I was also hearing her words.  Then she stopped in mid-stride and looked at me, more than a bit red in the face (but her pale, creamy complexion accentuated this).  "YOU, stand up!

Which I did, sort of hastily.

"Flex your abs!", Mite commanded and she strided closer.

"Harder!"  "LOOK AT THEM AND MAKE THEM HARDER!", she demanded as she got closer.

So I did my very best standing crunch, which I was starting to get really proud of because my second row was just starting to expose itself.

WHAM, it was not so much the power behind it, which there was but it came in so fast that I got knocked back in to my chair.  If she had hit me in the solar plexus I would have been gasping like a fish out of water.

"I have NEVER lost my composure in front of a client, EVER! but then they don't get nosy like you do!"

I looked down at my stomach and it would be so easy to trace the outline of her little fist.

"If you want to be my client why don't you act like one?!", Mite said the fury starting to diminish.

I looked at her and raised my hands in surrender, "In your own way and in your own time Mite, but it doesn't seem like you've been able to conquer the pain by yourself so far, but I submit, truly, at your own pace, I'm sorry."

Then she started to pace once again maybe out of frustration.  "There is not enough time for this.", she mumbled to herself, but I still heard it.  She stopped abruptly, "Okay over here, lets go!  Dumbbell presses."

Mite was all tense and serious, not saying a word, the mood was palpable.  She was standing behind me spotting my presses while I was sitting.

Then she leaned forward towards my ear and I started to forget what I was doing, "Relax, focus, concentrate, I won't strike you again, I promise", then she started to laugh, then she was laughing harder.  I set the weights down and turned around to watch her.  She was besides herself with mirth, between gasps and guffaws, "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that to a client?"  The tears were rolling down her cheeks although it seemed like it stemmed from more than just laughing.  I couldn't laugh along with her but she certainly made me smile and I was happy that any pain she had relived was certainly gone now. 

"Mite, I tell you what, you help me work my abs to where they are a bit stronger then I'll let you do that now and then since it makes you feel so good."

That set her to laughing all over again, but this time I started to join in.  It took us a while but we finally calmed down.

"Okay, lets concentrate and focus now", she said.  We did all kinds of shoulder work and my shoulders NEVER burned like this before but then I never worked them like this before.  After a while and I was using successfully lighter weights, she was spotting me by putting her fingers under my triceps giving me just enough nudge to where I could get the weight pushed up and it was not feeling good at all when the weight in my right hand disappeared which sort of put me off balance because I was pressing 40 #s in each hand.  The weight was still in my right hand but Mite had grabbed it and was taking the weight off my arm, "You're getting ready to rip something so let this go, we're done for the day with shoulders."

I set the other weight down and grabbed my right shoulder with my left hand, "You can tell if I'm getting ready to hurt myself?"

"Oh yes and I apoligize, normally I wouldn't push you this hard, apparently you've tweaked that shoulder before, probably a couple of times.  Lets take a break, then its time for abs."

I sat there, leaned forward with my hands over my eyes, I could sense that she had walked over to the water cooler and was getting some water and walking back to me, "Here", which I accepted without comment.  She looked at me appraisingly, (she was always doing that), "You are going to be a piece of art when I'm done.  You won't have the size the pros have but you will certainly look, cut and defined.  Size takes a long time and a lot of the pros cheat, they pay for it too.  When I walk amongst them I get the strangest mixed vibes.  Power and strength mixed with the feeling that chemicals are corroding some of their essential organs.  What a tightrope they walk, some of them are cesspools of chemicals, always adding one to counteract another.  I've saved a couple of lives but most of the hardcore builders blow me off.  One of them made me cry half the night", he said, "Mite, I know your right but i just don't care, I think this is going to give me just the edge I need and then I'll get off, I swear."  He died the next day, but I already mourned him, he was such a sweet, gentle man, somehow he never let the chemicals overpower his emotions but he was addicted to the results."  She sighed.

"Guy"

I was looking at her but not seeing her since I was still processing that story.  She brought me back.

"I have a theory, that we can use the chemicals in our own bodies to help us with our workouts.  Its a method I've never tried and it will probably take a bit of fine tuning for me.  For you, it'll be a simple process.  But for me it will be the hardest, well certainly within the top 3 hardest things I've ever done in my life.  I'm going to be between a rock and a hard place, the pressure on me is going to be enormous, that's why I dropped all my clients, I told them I hoped I could help them out in the fall"

"You really dropped your clients for me?", I said

"Well not actually….for both us.  Whatever it is that's supposed to happen involves both of us."

"Okay, now we're back to the prophecy."

Mite, sauntered (yes sauntered) over to me and stood behind me as I was still sitting on the bench recovering from the burn of that last set, she whispered into my ear while massaging my traps, which was the most direct contact I had with her excluding the punch, "Hasn't this summer already gone beyond your expectations?"

"Well, Yes", I admitted

"Then stop mocking me", she said softly

I dropped my head to my chest, still enjoying the touch of her hands, "You're right I said, forgive me, I'm an ordinary man and since meeting you everything has been a bit over the top for me."  I spun around on the bench and faced her, "Yes, I am already having a summer on par with the one you had as a teenager, I sincerely hope that this summer catches up for you too.  I really don't want you to be disappointed again.  But Mite, there is a bit of pressure on me too (this seemed to puzzle her).  I'm supposed to help you have another summer, help you make something incredible happen and I don't have a clue as to how to do it.  Give me a house to fixup and I will order the materials and go straight to work but whatever you have planned is beyond my experience."

Mite's eyes sparkled, "That's just the perspective I needed to hear."  She bent down and gave me a peck on the cheek, then spun on the ball of her foot and clapped her hands.  Attitude adjustment time, I'll do that tonight after we're done.  First, abs and then I've got a special treat for you tomorrow, be here at 8:00 AM.  Tomorrow is June 17th, I'll not mention time or the calendar again, if it happens, it happens."

I chirped, "sounds healthy but I don't think you really mean it."

"Alright now who's being empathic?",  she looked at me directly.

"Not me, I wouldn't notice a hint or a clue if you hit me over the head with it, I'm a man, you have to be blunt", and I massaged my stomach which made Mite chuckle, "but I can see your pretty worked up over this, you can't dismiss it out of hand."

"True, but I can make it seem like I did."

Mite supervised my ab workout and she knew exactly how far to take it.  I got close to throwing up a couple of times but then it was time for a break.  Afterwards she whipped up one of her special low calorie protein shakes, with all the goodies in it and shared it with me.  Before I left for the evening we had one more strange conversation.

She followed me to the door, gave me a quick hug, looked up at me and asked, "and you are how tall?" 

"5' 11", I said, wondering what prompted this question all of a sudden. 

"I know.  You just made the cut…..I was just wondering if you were one of those guys that liked to round that figure up."

I didn't say a thing, but stood there expectantly hoping she would fill out the rest of the story.

"I  consider six footers giants and I don't like them or rather I'm too jealous.  If you were 6 foot I would never have said anything to you at the book store.  But heh, I'll see you tomorrow at 8:00 AM, bye."

Which left no more room for discussion.

On the way home I almost got in an accident because I was so distracted.  Normally I could just put it on autopilot but I forced myself to put things out of my mind, I mean I had to concentrate on my driving, which I hadn't needed to do for decades.  I got home and I plopped into my chair and figured I had sanctuary from the Twilight Zone.  I better leave a trail of breadcrumbs or reel out a piece of string when I go to her house so I can find my way back home.  I'm trying to figure out of she's a nutcase, or a female with emotional problems or what she is.  As far as her special abilities, maybe she's like a dog and was born with a whole lot more receptors than the average person.  We are never in awe of a dogs ability to sniff and sort odors.  Its all just part of nature.  I forget what it is, they can smell like 10,000 times better than we can and we say, eh, so what, its part of nature.  But if a human had that kind of nose, they'd be a freak of nature and superhuman too,  Wouldn't take someone very long to get rich with a nose like that.  Its funny I should mention X-men, Mite's X gene just might be empathy which stems from a whole bunch of extra receptors of various kinds.  She makes a living as a personal trainer to the rich and famous.  I just thought of her card and dug it out,  Mighty Mite in simple black  and a phone number, nothing else.  "Huh", I said out loud to myself.  All her work is word of mouth, she does not need to advertise, but why does she guard her privacy so much.  She's not a drug lord or movie star.  Its not like she insulted Muhammad, or did she?  "SHIT!!",  I yelled.  I never bothered to look at her name on her drivers license.  I just looked at the date of birth and her picture.  I still have no idea what her name is.  Jim called her Mite, I doubt if he knows either.  "DAMN", another realization popped into my head, "212 rich and famous clients and I'm the only one in the world that knows where she lives!"

Screw it, there is no way I'm going to figure this out.  Its not cut and dry.  In for a nickel in, for a dollar.  At the very least I'm going to end up buffer than I've ever been in my life trained by the worlds best.  "HA", I said verbally, "ME, GUY DALEY trained by the W O R L D ' S best and I don't even play the lottery.

The last thing I thought of before passing out was the special treat for tomorrow.  Its going to have something to do with destroying some muscle group, its just a matter of which one.

Then I was startled awake by another thought, I complained to her about destroying a T-shirt I got at a yard sale!!  What an idiot!!!  Oh Christ I must be under a lot of stress.  I also wondered how long that was going to bother me before I could fall asleep again.

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Most excellent.

[nanashiwanderer]

I'm really enjoying this you have a nack for character development.

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