Even with all the muscle soreness and painfully large meals, Mark manged to stick to the program for several weeks. The first game of the season would take place at the end of the week, and it was about time for him to show coach the fruits of his labor. He had practically become a permanent feature at both the caf and the weight room over the last month and he was pretty confident that Coach would be pleased with the results. Between working his butt off in the weight room everyday and stuffing himself so full of food that he thought he was going to pop, Mark was certain he was well on his way to completing the transition from defensive back to star linebacker.
Mark arrived at the gym early for his check in with Coach in order to get his own good look at what a month of hard work had gotten him. After grabbing a locker, he stripped down to his gym shorts and ambled over to a mirror. His muscles had regained some of the bulk that seemed to have disappeared during the lazy days of summer, but they had yet to reach the level of definition that he had at his peak. His chest and arms were thicker and more firm than they had been at the beginning of the month, and his shoulders were looking a bit wider than they had even in his most athletic days. A few halfhearted flexes convinced him that he was carrying more muscle than he'd ever had before.
Below his chest Mark's belly curved out in front of him, hiding the waistband of his shorts from him. He put a hand on his firm, hairy gut and rubbed it over the round expanse. It was obvious that he had gained at least as much fat as he had muscle, but instead of being flabby, his gut was round and firm, but with a hint of softness where his hand caressed it. His shorts were forced lower around his hips by its weight, but instead of rolling over the waist it simply stuck out above it. Obviously he hadn't really gotten fatter; he was just carrying a bit more bulk than before. Feeling confident, he pulled on a sleeveless t shirt, failing to notice how tightly it clung to his rounded middle, and made his way out into the gym where Coach was waiting.
"Looks like you managed to pack on some weight there bud. Hopefully most of it's muscle. Get on the scale," he said, clapping a hand on Mark's shoulder. The scale creaked as he stepped onto the platform, and Coach began pushing the balances. After a few short moments he let out a quiet whistle. Hiding a smirk, Mark looked at him.
"A month ago you were weighin' in at around 185 pounds, but now you're tippin' the scale at 210. Kid, you put on 25 pounds in less than a month," Coach said in surprise. Mark hadn't thought he could have put on more than maybe 15 pounds, if that. "Well, that extra mass ain't gonna do any good if you can't move it. Lets see how you handle ten minutes on a treadmill."
It hadn't occurred to Mark or Matt and the rest of the team to have him do any cardio, but he was feeling pretty good with how this check in was going so far. He hadn't so much as jogged at all in the last month or so, but how bad could it be after all the working out he'd been doing. He watched Coach turn the machine on to it's middle setting and began to run.
He figured that the test had to be at least half over by the time he began to have some trouble. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mark looked at the machine's readout and almost lost his rhythm right there. According to the treadmill, he had only been running for a little over two minutes. Coach was watching him closely, not letting any of his thoughts show on his face. Mark took in a big gasp of breath and tried to find his stride. By the time five minutes finally rolled around, Mark was panting for breath as he did his best to keep running. Finally, Coach told him to stop.
The confidence he'd been feeling at the beginning of the meeting had all but disappeared. As he stood on the treadmill with his chest heaving and sweat running off his brow, Mark began to feel a little bit worried. There was no way he'd have been able to make it the ten whole minutes at that pace. He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his forehead, exposing his big, hairy, glistening belly for a moment.
Mark was finally about to catch his breath when Coach began to speak.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author