It starts with the look
A random story, where an enthusiastic young woman wants to join a local gym, it is perhaps useless in the long term, but she has fixed goals in her miserable life, she is not the best at Hungarian squats nor the worst with the treadmill that rocks every two seconds, well maybe it is past tense, she takes the path to the showers while she puts a red ribbon on her head, through a small duct in the ceiling she watches as a freezing wind blows her hair, really? -it's in tatters, he tries to pick it up with his left hand, but it's not enough, forget it better, it's time to train, the guy who is directing is a capital L simpleton, and not only does he pay attention, but he forgets your name, -these useless people have no social life, -thus exclaimed the hick, our protagonist doesn't turn around and get into position, she is the machine that rotates your arms backward, opening your wings towards a worse destiny, how she hates it, but without being a martyrdom, wait, if you pull too hard you can hurt an inverted scapula, -what, who doesn't know that when starting badly... again...
