Achilles Heel (closed)

[Tanned_babe]

"Why are you pushing this?" She snapped, her hot breath fogging the cool night air.

"Why are you pushing this?!" He retorted in mixture of disbelief and exasperation.

"I'm getting better. I just need to ease back into it. It's just stiff." She lied, desperate to convince herself as much as him.

"Bollocks. You don't 'get stiff' four miles in." There was a dirty joke in there somewhere and on another night both would have raced to make it. "Look, you've spend all this money on physio to be told you just need to get back into it slow-."

"I'm not paying £60 for someone to tell me to rotate my ankle. Not that it's about the money." The tall figure retorted back.

"Never said it was." He shrugged, "I was saying, you've spent all this money on physio, to get to this point. Just get someone to set up a routine that works for you. Because," he added quickly, before she could interject, "You know yourself, you can't just go out for a wee run, not after what your used to. Also, you have no patience and you're stubborn and competitive, so you sure as hell aren't going to listen to me, are you?"

"You quite finished?" She flushed at the home truths.

"No." He smirked, God, he looked cute when he smirked, even, Kay had to admit that. "I miss my running buddy and you're miserable, which is crap for both of us."

"I'm not mis-"

It was, Ryan's turn not interrupt. "Oh yeah? Why you back on the booze?"

"I've never been off it." She retorted. "It's just when you don't have to get up to train, then there's no reason to leave early is there?" She turned with him in the direction back to the West End feeling deflated, miserable and more than a little guilty. "I hate gyms. They are full of posing bastards and a personal trainers just going to want me to do exercises I can do at home." However, the truth was that she wouldn't do them, it's amazing how someone able run cross country for miles and miles, or knock out a road marathon of a weekend, yet still be lazy. But, Kay was a creature of comfort. She was comfortable settling into a pace and sticking at it for miles and miles. There was no professionalism involved, it was just a healthy outlet for the twenty six year old.

"This will do you good. Just take the bloody offer. Nuffield's really professional, I'm just going to, because I know you won't, tell them what you need and why you need it. And, I'm paying for the first six."

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"No you're fucking not." She snapped, her green eyes flashing in headlights of the on coming traffic. "That'll cost you about five hundred quid."

"Yep." He said wearily, bleeping his sports watch. "And when you're ready to quit being a bitch about it, you can take me to Happy Uncle as a thank you. Now, I'm going to go for a nice long run. Not your evening and let me know how you get on tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" She called after him, but the tall blonde let him go, watching the lean figure trot off, before he took a left, evidently heading for Pollock Park. Kay sighed and cursed her stubborn Achilles' tendon. She had been competing in a off road marathon which involved some particularly technical terrain: bogs, steep storey descents and the like. Typical, Kay, home in 3 hours 50 minutes with not much more then a small scrap on the side of her calf and a spot where her sports bra had rubbed her raw to show for the massive effort. No, no, the race was nicely done, but on the way home for the celebratory drinks, the young woman thought it would have been hell of a funny to run along an uneven sandstone wall only to take a tumble and rupture her Achilles. That, plus the two mile walk home insisting she was fine, earned her eight weeks in a cast, six weeks of physio and now three weeks of 'taking it easy'.

Her friend was right, she reflected as she made her way onto Byres Road and crossing over to a side street, Hillhead. She was shivering by this point, Scotland in November did not take pity on those walking around in a Lycra long sleeve and a pair of shorts. "If I could run, I wouldn't be in this situation would I?" She muttered to herself as she opened the exterior door of her flat.

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Scrutinising her appearance in the beveled bathroom mirror, the young woman fixed the collar of her shirt that was buttoned up to her neck. The shirt in question was a heavily patterned 80s number, which hung loosely over her trim figure. The dark print was balanced by a pair of nondescript black jeans, her skinny ankles on show due to them being turned up a couple of times. She ruffled her shaggy blonde hair, giving herself the 'I just woke up' look, which ironically look some time to craft. The outfit was promptly covered up by a thick woolen duffle coat, tartan scarf and beanie as she set out on the forty minute walk to work. Typically, she'd have cycled, however her impending appointment would make negotiating her work satchel and gym bag rather difficult, not to mention the ice which had left Glasgow looking like it had been doused in a sprinkle of glitter.

As she walked, her striking face hidden by her scarf she replied to Ryan's 6am text; 'Appointment at 6, right? You coming? Xx' Send. Followed by, 'Happy Uncle on Wednesday? You can even have extra dim sum.' She wasn't about to apologise yet, but that was pretty good going.

Her morning was pretty typical, walking in the winter's darkness along with fellow commuters, some of which she saw occasionally skid on the frozen pavements. Kay didn't have that issue- she was wearing a pair of doc marten brogues the grip on which kept her firmly on the Tarmac. Entering the modest Winterman's Studio the shaggy haired figure was greeted by, Alexandra one of the galleries receptionists. "You alright, Alex?"

"Shattered." The girl replied, recounting the band her and some friends had been to see last nigh. "Ended up at The Flying Duck."

"Aw, fun. I was there last weekend." Is it any wonder why we humanities workers get such a bad rep, Kay wondered. However, post Masters, she'd really knuckles down. Done every bit of volunteering she could get, written for every artsy publication that would have her. Hence why at, almost twenty seven, she was assistant manager of the small, but immensely popular gallery. Assistant manager, basically meant all the responsibility on a wage not too much more than she had earned stacking shelves in a supermarket a few years ago. Not that, Kay really saw her work as work- he loved the bustle, the sourcing of new artists, curating their pieces and the PR involved.

Stripping off her coat the androgynous figure hung it up on the hook behind the office door. She shared it with the Manager/Owner, Anita and the Comms Manager the later who was still to be replaced and the former tended to work afternoons, if they were lucky!

"Here you go, Kay." Alex smiled, handing her a cup of tea.

"Cheers, Alex." She smiled. "If you're not too hungover," she began smirking at the pretty girl, who admittedly did look a little rough. "Do some research on these guys and draft some info for the website."

"Ohhh ok!" She said enthusiastically, my Master's thesis was on the followers of Hirst." She said gesturing to one of the names. Kay had heard what her colleague has studied a million times but nonetheless, listened as patiently as possible to her chat away.

The day passed ridiculously fast; Kay had some sales to finalise which always took a lot of time as much of the gallery's trade was repeat business. In between the buyers coming to collect and pay for their pieces the young woman had a grant application to start and a meeting with the owner of an artsy club who wanted to collaborate. "Sounds great, but as I say, I can't make the final call on something like this- it'll have to be agreed on by the artists and the senior manager." She smiled in a parting shot, showing him to the door, consciously of the time. "C'mon, Alex. You get shut up at the front I'll lock the back doors."

A quick subway ride and a 15 minute power walk which left her ankle feel slightly tight, the young woman arrived at the exclusive gym. It was everything, Kay hated- flashy, pretentious, full of suited young men who earned too much for doing too little. "You're late." A smooth voice told her and she spun round to see one of those young men. "Anita couldn't let her slave go ten minutes early."

"I was in my own. Here, be a pal and hold these, Ryan." She said a bit flustered, moving to take off her jacket.

"Kay, there's lockers!" He said in an exasperated tone, but smiled nonetheless. Guiding her by the shoulder to reception, "Go get changed and I'll tell them you're here. And no staring at the girls in there!" She called after her and received a hand gesture.

Five minutes later the tall figure walked out of the lavish changing room and back into the gym's reception area. Despite the subzero temperatures outside she was warm in her black loose fitting t shirt- the sleeves had been cut out along with a chunk of the side, revealing a portion of the blonde's black sports bra. Kay felt she had lost muscle and felt particularly self-conscious around the sculpted bodies. However, in reality, three months off hadn't had as disastrous a consequence as the young woman thought. She snapped out of her internal worry as, Ryan beckoned her over. "Just wait here and you'll get a consultation, where you can make all your excuses and tell them you don't need them before she puts you through your paces. Ok? Good luck." He said squeezing her shoulder, as the lean figure took a seat and crossed her long legs, bare except for a pair of black Nike running shorts.

 

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“Charlie Fire team, put down covering Fire DElta Team, head towards that wall over there…”

The air was filled with the sound of fire, as her colleagues returned the fire towards the enemy. Steph looked up, her head spinning. This was not her first taste of actual combat, but it was different, a strange tinnitus filling her head. She knew that was from the sound of the explosion that throw her from her Jackall

She picked up her rifle, her training started to kick in, as she crawled towards a place where she could observe. Moments later, her rifle was no longer quiet, as she too joined the fray, suddenly aware that her combats were wet. She looked down, anticipating to see blood.

She sighed with relief…

Suddenly the air was filled with the the louder intense sounds of explosions, as incoming mortar rounds were landing amongst her convoy, adding to the noise and confusion of battle. Undaunted, she hid in her little hole, watching the enemy, and firing rounds as when they offered a worthwhile target.

“Fuck Me” she heard as she felt someone push on her leg. She turned to see who it was, and smiled as she recognised the cheesy grin from one of the platoon she had been attached to.

“Fuck, those bastards are being right little shits……”

Steph suddenly gulped. Adam was normally relaxed in a firefight. But this time, he came across differently, his voice was coarse, clearly nervous, worried…

“You alright ‘Steph?” he asked his voice full of genuine concern, despite the predicament that they were in, before he let of two quick rounds causing her ears to ache as her body responded to the two explosions that she wasn't quite anticipating….

“It will be over in a moment….”

He fired a couple more rounds before he started to stand up, and make a dash.

Moments later Steph woke up, dazed and confused, aware that her face was covered in blood, and a corpse in front of her, the continuing sound of gunfire in the air. She inhaled deeply, lost, in a god forsaken rocky desert in the middle of nowhere; as she trembled in her hole, her little existence almost over it seemed. Then she heard the unmistakable noise of the jet engines of the Warthogs overhead… She looked down the barrel, along her sights as she saw the bombs land…

“Fucking bastards” she hissed “That’s for Adam”

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Steph woke up hot, the perspiration running down around her eye onto her cheek, her back was soaked. She was breathless, her dream, her nightmare was again haunting her. She sat up, and swung her feet over onto the floor, the glow of the streetlights filling her bedroom. She stood up and walked over to the window, looking out.

To this day, she never knew exactly what happened, other than Adam literally disintegrated on her… She gripped the windowsill, till her fingers were almost white, as she tried to remember what she had been taught, inhaling trying to regulate her breathing, which in turn will regulate her heart rate…

Slowly her eyes opened as she looked outside, aware that her T-shirt nighty was soaked. Her hands crossed in front of her as she reached for the hem, discarding it into a pile on the floor.

With a sigh, she sat back onto her bed, and reached for her water bottle, and took a sip of water, before another.

Suddenly she shivered, as the cold air had it’s effect on her hot damp body…

“Burrrrrrr” she moaned as she reached for the cover, and was soon back under the duvet, rolling over to the dry side of her king size bed. She tried to sleep, but couldn't…

“And here is the six o'clock news….”

Steph stirred as she heard the friendly voice of the BBC news reader waking her up. She pulled the duvet tightly around her, keeping her eyes tightly closed. Despite that, she could still sense the orange glow on what was to be a cold winters day. It was almost a month since the clocks had change at the end of October, and now the mornings were much darker, and much colder.

She wanted to stay in bed as she shivered, despite the central heating filling the room with a degree of warmth. Yet again she had slept badly, but had to move, she had an eight am appointment with some young overpaid twat who sought her to try and make him leaner, and add tone to his body. All he was interested in was looking good, and not the act of exercise itself.

She reached out, fumbling with her hand before she found the radio, and thumped it one, causing the unit to enter its 9 minute snooze mode. Still in the foetal position, she laid there, wondering if she should see her therapist again…

“Mamma, just killed a man, put my gun to his head, pulled my trigger and now he’s dead…”

Steph was suddenly startled, the radio coming to life the second time that morning filling her bedroom with the dulcet tones of Freddie Mercury; the song bringing back in a flash happy memories of her military Physical Training Instructors course down at Aldershot. It was; is a difficult course, with intense physical training sessions followed by detailed lessons on human physiology, basic sports injuries and the like. But she had passed with flying colours and, until she was discharged; was destined to join the army Physical training corps. Instead, she had selected that route in civilian street, and in September was already enrolled for a sports physiotherapy course part time

She started to sing along, and aloud to the track as she through her duvet open, and quickly placing it to allow the inside to air, as she walked into her bathroom, and instinctively turning on the shower. Her horrors forgotten yet again, she readied herself for another day at the gym.

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For the second time that day, she was woken up by an alarm, this time it was her Iphone vibrating on her lap. She hesitantly opened her eyes as she looked up instinctively rubbing them with her fingers, the clock reading almost quarter to six. She had a new client starting at six. She walked over to the kettle, and picked it up, opening the lid as she did so. Moments later the sound of running water filled the room, before she placed the kettle back down, and turned it on. As it came to the boil, she opened her locker and retrieved her mug, and coffee, and soon she was able to make herself a black coffee.

She sat back down, and read what notes she had been given by the gym manager.

“Kay, fitness enthusiast, calf injury…”

“Well that’s a load of fucking use” she hissed before taking a sip of coffee. Despite adding some cold water, it was still too hot as she blew into the liquid.

With half a mug consumed, Steph stood up and poured the remainder down the sink, and rinsed her cup, before she headed out of the staff room, and up to reception; her loose baggy vest top covering her bright blue crop bra, her legs covered in ¾ length navy sports tights. Her shoulder length auburn hair was tied behind in an unkempt pony tail.

“Hi Jane” she offered as she approached the reception desk…

“I’m looking for a ‘Kay?” a new client….?”

As she spoke, she looked around and saw a long haired blond, her loose cut T-shirt covering a rather toned appearance. Before Jane replied Steph walked over to her…

“Kay?” Steph inquired as she looked up.

The taller female just nodded….

Steph smiled..

“Good evening, I’m Steph, your assigned Personal Trainer… shall we go to the consultation room?”

Steph lead Kay up the stairs into the main gym area, rolls of treadmills, cross trainers and the like standing as if on a regimental parade, interlaced with weight machines and more unusual fitness machines.

Steph made Kay feel comfortable as she sat in the consulting room, and handed over to her a simple medical questionnaire…

“Could you please fill this in….”

As Kay took the piece of card and pen, Steph looked at her client. She thought she saw a slight limp - which would make sense in relation to her rather brief briefing notes she was given.

A few minutes later, Kay offered he the completed questionnaire and she scanned it, specifically the medical question section.

“So Kay?” she asked in her soft voice smiling as she continued, hoping a little light humour would help break the ice. “You look fitter than I do….; What are you hoping to achieve from this course of Personal training sessions?”

 

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Kay got up almost automatically as, Steph approached, her long legs flexing beneath her as she rose from the leather sofa. "Hi, I'm Kay." The young woman said taking the trainers' hand, giving it a firm but brief shake before following the woman to the consultation room. Kay couldn't help but run her eyes over Steph's perfect figure, not that she was surprised- she basically got paid to stay in shape. However, that body coupled with her pretty face and flaming hair made, Steph was a little more striking than Kay was willing to admit.

Taking a seat across from the smiling PT, evidently, Kay awkwardly awaited the consultation to begin. Silently she took the medical questionnaire, scribbling her name, date of birth and other personal questions. Being fit and relatively healthy she soared through the queries of medicines and existing illnesses. The only questions she took some time over was the units of alcohol; not only did she not know the standard measurement but it varied so much she would struggle to answer even if she did understand the units and the injury section, which caused Kay to bristle. Hastily she wrote, "Torn Achilles. 16 weeks ago. Treatment at physio complete. Experience pain c. 5 miles into a run."

Steph's comment regarding her fitness levels didn't have the desired affect. "I ruptured my Achillies about 12 weeks ago." She answered stubbornly before using some creative licence regarding the injury's development. "I landed funny during a trail race and continued running on it until the end- a poor choice the physio tells me." The lean figure shrugged. This was going exactly how she had expected. Sitting across from some happy little gym bunny who though throwing out a complement would get er good feedback. "I hope not, there wouldn't be much point in me being here if you were in bad shape" Realising that the comment was uncalled for, she promptly added, "Apparently," she said emphasised, "I lack form whatever that means- something to do with general strength or balance or something."

She watched the slightly deflated figure take a few notes on an iPad. "I just don't want to be here, I like being outside, running about. But if a few weeks of this helps me accomplish that, then so be it." She sighed, getting up from her seat to follow Steph, who'd got up too.

Down in the gym was a sea of sculpted bodies, half of which were absorbed in their workout, the other half absorbed in the mirrors dotted around vast space. The shaggy haired blonde rolled her eyes before following Steph to an area marked for private training, watching her defined back flex slightly as she picked up various weights.

"Go warm up in the treadmill." She instructed her client. "I'm going to come and watch your gait."

Doing as she was instructed, Kay stretched and rotated her ankles before boating up the machine. The tv of which automatically turned on, displaying a silent music video, the blonde didn't recognise. After a few minutes she settled into a 7.30 minute mile pace, her long legs powering her along nicely. However, Kay's concentration was focuses on keeping her back straight, spending equal milliseconds on each foot as it struck the rubber and engaging her nonexistent abs. "Run how you'd normally run, please." Said a voice behind her. Muttering an apology, she attempted to relax, but it was hard to do so when you know someone is scrutinising you.

It felt good to run, despite it being on the machine in this clinical environment. However, her enjoyment was cut short when Steph pulled her up. The shaggy haired blonde slowed to a walk, her breath hardly shifting from its normal pattern as she looked around at the personal trainer before being asked to step off the treadmill and reluctantly doing so.

 

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Steph quickly scanned the completed form, concentrating on the medical history; and the few comments regarding her torn Achilles. Steph had suffered something similar a few years ago, stumbling in German woods carrying almost half her body weight on her back. Whilst she had not torn hers, it was damaged sufficiently for her not to exercise for a month on her legs, and then only focusing on her upper body using machines like the rowing machines. The only exception was the cross trainer, the circular no impact allowed her to still exercise aerobically.

“Well I had an Achilles injury a few years ago, not quite torn, but almost as bad. So I both sympathise and appreciate your issues, maybe I can give you some assistance and suggestions based on my own personal experiences?”

She also reviewed her alcohol consumption and smiled to herself, she clearly didn’t understand the units system nor did she care it seemed. But Kay was young and healthy looking, so probably not having a drink issue, she wouldn't be able to run if she did. But she also knew herself when she wasn’t able to train, she drank more. No need to get up early for a 10 km run or whatever.


“Well Katy, you still have muscle definition, so you have form. But of course your lack of running will have allowed a degree of muscle degradation, which we can turn very quickly through use weights and machines, depending what your preferences are. I assume you are more interested in endurance rather than sheer strength, brute force?” she replied her voice full of a genuine warmth as she continued to make notes on her I-pad, which would upload onto her apple-Mac and allow her to add her notes to her records.


“Yes, I prefer training outside whenever possible. And if that is your preference, we will develop you a program that can be done outdoors.”

Steph looked up and smiled. “The advantage of this gym is that we are set in an old Victorian park. I have taken clients outside much to the amusement of the management.”


Steph watched her new client on the treadmill, and a slight inward twist on her injured leg; Steph wasn’t sure if that was a genuine slight pronunciation or Kay’s body taking into account the injury it was carrying.

But she knew someone who would, the owner/manager of a local running/triathlon shop, Tom.

“Kay, please take a seat.” she gestured to a couple of seats near the matts area. She wanted to touch the injury area just to see how tender it was..

As Kay Sat, Steph knelt as she looked up. “I just want to see if I can feel any tenderness or bruising underneath… I promise not to hurt.”

Kay nodded, and slowly tenderly Steph ran her fingertips over the back of her ankle and lower calf; at times her touch was almost a sexual caress as it was so light, delicate to begin with. Steph was able to sense a slight bruising underneath, and very gently she applied a light degree of tender..

“Seems it is still slightly bruised, I guess doing what all us sporty types do, which is too much, too intense too soon…..” Steph inhaled as she looked up at her client, her knee still extended into her lap, as she released her fingers. She had a brief thought of wondering how Kay would taste on her tongue…. The view reminded her of a recent encounter. She had met a rather tall, leggy brunette who stood almost at 5’11. She was wearing a pair of knee high block heeled boots which only exaggerated her long legs. Steph would describe herself as pansexual; in as far as she would sleep with anyone whom she enjoyed their presence, and was attracted to, both physically and personality. If she wasn't attracted to both, she would rarely sleep with them. This one occasion, she met Amy at a wedding anniversary. They chatted at great length during the day, before their mutual flirtations ensured Steph being invited back to Amy’s room. At one stage, she had found herself kneeling before Amy, lightly caressing, kissing her black boot; something that she had found strangely arousing.

“I’d recommend that you don’t do any weight bearing exercise on it for another week or two… which is not what you wanted to hear was it Kay?”

The apparent look of anguish on her face, and the slight nodding side to side confirmed to her suspicions…

“The good news is that I said load bearing, such as running.” she continued hoping to give Kay the good news at the earliest moment. “Have you a bike Kay, can you cycle?”

Kay just nodded...

“Then I suggest you cycle three or four times a week, and try and avoid standing up on the pedals unless you really have to - it stops being non-load bearing then…” Steph grinned as she continued “But if you need to run, do it on the soft surface of a treadmill, at a slower jogging pace rather than a faster running pace…”

“Oh and whilst I remember, you were rolling in on your foot as your ran, on your injured leg. This over pronunciation may be because of your injury. I am not sure but I know someone who does. Have you ever been to ‘Bike and Run’ along Station road? Tom, the manager he will be able to advise you, just mention my name…”

Steph placed a hand onto the floor to allow herself to stand up, shaking out her legs before pins and needles set in.

Steph lead Kay onto the blue mats in the corner and started to demonstrate various exercises for Kay. Some were stretching style exercises, designed to stretch her muscles, other were simple exercises which would lead to Kay’s leg muscles generally developing more strength, not necessary for running but for balance. As Kay did a few lunges, and other leg exercises, it wasn’t long before both legs started to shake. The two were rather close at times, but Steph was to focused on demonstrating and then asking Kay to imitate her before moving on to practicing the exercises. Several times Steph had to reach out and hold, support Kay as she wobbled.

“I think that's enough exercises for your legs. But you need to remember to try and do some every day at home, if you want to strengthen those muscle up further. Are you interested in doing some weights for your core and upper body?”


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Stepping off the cushioned surface of the treadmill, Kay took Steph's direction and sat on a piece of gym equipment- a large red box. A smaller version of which a man was using to jump on to at the other side of the room. Katy watched him through dark eyes, at the moment there was no way she could jump from a standing point to land on something a meter high. Why? She was physically fit, able. She guessed it had to do with form, balance. And she was suddenly irrationally annoyed at, Steph; Kay was convinced that this continued pain was not just an injury- it was her body telling her she was doing something wrong.

Despite herself and her irrational anger, Kay did appreciate the smoothness of Steph's fingertips as they traced her smooth toned calf. The young woman was dangerously attractive, despite only being clad in sports wear with her long auburn hair tied back. However, a casual look always got Kay going rather than girls who plastered themselves in heels, fake tan and hair extensions. She had recently tried to overcome this preference; after all one shouldn't stereotype, but it hadn't really worked out too well.

As Steph's fingers pushed into her Achilles, Kay almost winced, but not quite. At her last appointment her physiotherapist had give the area a sports massage which had her breaking into a sweat. Even replicating the pressure herself could leave her eyes watering, however it did alleviate the pain which was the main thing, right?

She continued to regard, Steph through dark eyes as her leg was examined, only looking away when the PT looked up at her; she didn't want to be caught checking her out after all. Kay would normally be making some kind of conversation, asking how long Steph had done her job, what sports she did, instead of being this standoffish. However the shaggy hair blonde didn't want to be here, she disagreed with the woman before her and was tired of talk about her lack of running ability.

Despite, not agreeing with, the PT's diagnosis, the shaggy haired blonde kept her opinion to herself. She had spent a small fortune at a good physio who had helped her up to this point. She was able to run pain free for a short while, so why would she stop again? Her restraint, however, could not be maintained. "Steph." She said bluntly in her polished Glaswegian, a tone usually reserved for work, "I agree I've probably done too much this week, but I'm here to learn exercises that will strengthen my.... Whatever, different muscle groups in my legs." She gestured with her hands to that part of her lean body. "That's all."

It may have been part of the session's plan or it may have been, Kay's frank statement that had the auburn haired girl gesture over to the mats. Kay watched at first as Steph demonstrated three different variations of squats; firstly with her feet relatively close together and then getting progressively wider. "You'll be able to work all areas of these muscles up here." Steph said whilst holding the wide stance squat. "Glutes, quads everything." Gesturing up her thighs and round her her backside. She had a great arse, Kay could see as the PT stepped or of the position. "Now, you have a go."

Kay did so, putting her feet just outside of hip width apart and sunk down and back up whilst Steph looked her square on. "Keep your gaze in one place. Look at my shoes. Down for 1, 2, 3 and up for 1, 2, 3. Good. Push all your weight through the inside of your heels. Feel that?"

Kay nodded, "Now that I'm pushing through my heels, yes." Sinking down again.

"Lift your chest- no I mean." Steph stepped towards her client and pressed one hand gently but firmly on the top of her chest and another on her lower back. "This is the exact position you should be in. Pulse at the bottom and just make sure you can feel that."

It didn't take long for the shaggy hair blonde to feel her thighs and bum burning, not to mention her skin where Steph was firmly pressing.

In the next half hour, Kay learned an array of exercises at help strengthen her legs, hips and glutes. Not only had she enjoyed learning these moves, but she could feel the muscles burning and had worked up a bit of a sweat; she felt good. Not to mention she enjoyed how hands on the young pt was. "With all your running you're quite strong, so once I'm sure you're form is 100% we'll add some weights."

"Can't wait." The tall blonde retorted sarcastically, but not unkindly as she stretched her hamstrings out.

 

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Steph Lightly touched the injured leg, and sensed Kay’s tensing from the obvious discomfort it was causing.

“Still tender?” she asked looking up suddenly aware that Kay seemed to be almost staring at her. She smiled as she felt her good leg, the differences were obvious. To her Kay’s leg was still injured, and she shouldn't put too much weight on it.

“Did your physio recommend any stretching and strengthening exercises Kay?’ As she spoke, she moved her hands away from her client’s muscular legs and instinctively pulled her top down exposing a hint more of her décolletage, her cleavage before it rose back up naturally.


Steph smiled at her client’s little outburst.

“Believe me, I know how frustrating it is when you can’t exercise….”

With that Steph stood up and pulled up her tight shorts on her knee as she turned the knee to face her client, her deep scar obvious.

“At least your injury is muscular she smiled, and so will heal quicker than mine did.”

Steph then led her client over to the exercise mats, and started to demonstrate a series of strength exercises, starting with quads and then lunges.
Steph studied her client, her shape her form, and her total frustration. But she also seemed either slightly lazy or not paying attention as once or twice STeph had to interject in the exercises, ensuring that Kay was doing the exercises properly.

“Look at the mirror please ensure that you are square… “ or Ensure that your knee is covering all but your big toe. If you can't see your big toe twist your knee outwards, If you can see any of your other toes, twist your knee inwards.

Steph continued to touch Kay as and when required, once her twice feeling the clasp of her bra under her top as she pushed her back forwards into the correct stance.

Finally as the session was nearing completion, she placed on the floor in front of steph a rocker board.

“Believe you me Kay, this device is a lot harder than it seems. You can either use the board or the rocker ball” as she gestures to one in the corner. “I bought one as part of my recovery program and I still use it most days at home. They are about £25 from Amazon”

Steph stood onto the board and then bent her knees and her hips so she was slightly standing in a foetal position; where she started to balance, her legs, and core muscles shaking as she held herself in total balance. She held it for a good minute before she stopped and turned 90 degrees on the board and started again, holding the balance for another minute.

“There you go, why don’t you have a go?” she suggested smiling.

Steph offered Kay her hand as she hesitantly stood onto the board. She watched the tall blond struggle holding her balance on the rocker board her face full of concentration. As she watched, she could make the out the outline of her client’s nipples pressing into the fabric of her top.

‘Stop it’ she told herself.

“That’s it” as she saw Kay holding the balance. “Believe it or not this is probably the best exercise that you can do to strengthen your stability muscles Kay.”

As Kay finished, Steph asked Kay to lay on her back as she started to stretch her leg muscles, working each leg in turn as she stretched all the muscle groups, whilst chatting.

“Well I suggest you run on the treadmill for a while, the cushioning of the treadmill will help your leg recover.. Also go for a swim in the pool, can you swim?”

Finally Steph said bye to her client having arranged another session, and headed to the staff changing room. There she changed into her simple speedo one piece racerback swimsuit, and headed poolside.



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