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Synthetic Seraph
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The large man visibly perked and sauntered over, eagerly spilling out imagery from his own personal niche or habitat. "Rip Curls. High-intensity atmosphere, expanded like crazy across a couple states but couldn't keep it up. Too many people like the New Year's resolution wannabe's head for those no-pressure places. Anyway, you know when you sign up for a new membership--" Harry caught himself. Unless the lean man knew from a friend or some other business dealing, what he'd been about to say was like talking Dewey Decimal system to someone without a library card. "Well, when someone's thinking of joining I spend over an hour giving them a tour, teaching them how to use machines and free weights, making sure they're doing the techniques without hurting themselves or wasting the effort not doing it right. Give them a schedule of how much weight to use at each station, how many reps - repetitions - and encourage their goals. You have to be good at sizing up people's capabilities," he nodded encouragingly.
So Harry was not that different from a top then, but saw it as two completely different things even though his job included managing people's bodies. More of a supporter, he considered himself.
"So that's included with their first visit, but sign up for premiums and I really put them through their paces. Demand more than people THINK they can do, and when the pressure's on they make it happen when they would have sagged out with no one watching. When sports guys say 110%, it's true, but sometimes people need someone else to light a fire under them," the gym bunny beamed. He cracked his knuckles, grinning at the hours happily spent spotting this weight bar or eyeballing someone's technique for flaws. "Sometimes it's drill sergeant screaming, sometimes it's all Hell yeah, you the man!" He cut off then, chuckling at his own revved up enthusiasm, but at least all letdown of his current predicament had fled to the hills.
So Harry was not that different from a top then, but saw it as two completely different things even though his job included managing people's bodies. More of a supporter, he considered himself.
"So that's included with their first visit, but sign up for premiums and I really put them through their paces. Demand more than people THINK they can do, and when the pressure's on they make it happen when they would have sagged out with no one watching. When sports guys say 110%, it's true, but sometimes people need someone else to light a fire under them," the gym bunny beamed. He cracked his knuckles, grinning at the hours happily spent spotting this weight bar or eyeballing someone's technique for flaws. "Sometimes it's drill sergeant screaming, sometimes it's all Hell yeah, you the man!" He cut off then, chuckling at his own revved up enthusiasm, but at least all letdown of his current predicament had fled to the hills.