(Excerpt from Keeping Score, the precursor story to Capturing Captain America)
The pain almost made her cry as Kaja felt the lactic acid build to a crescendo in her legs. She was hooked on The Bar Method classes at their headquarters. Too bad it was located in the Marina District. The entire neighborhood was like Orange County North and filled with spoiled brats like Ronan.
“Hold and count 1, 2, 3…”
Since turning 30 Kaja was aware how her body could betray her again. At 16 she saw to her horror how swollen her midsection got. Her natural tendency towards curves expanded her teenage self into a blimp.
Now, each day seemed like an extra millimeter expanded into her waistline. Her daughter had inherited an ectomorph body. One more reason to resent Rosemary. Rosemary’s naturally thin dancer like body was not the result of hours spent exercising in a studio.
“Push ups for 20!”
Kaja sometimes thought she would cry from holding ballet positions in between push ups. Sometimes she did break out in tears but the pain was meditative. Her endorphins came to the rescue making the workout addictive. It was worth it. For Kaja, to catch a perfect 10 one had to be an 11.