"Steve Perry - Matador 7 - Brother Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

Her thighs warmed as she moved up and down, back kept straight, knees bending, upper legs going to
parallel.

-nine, ten.

Her legs weren't quite ready yet, she decided. "Lunges," she told the machine. Obediently, it lightened
the amount of weight. She followed the lunges with exercises for her hamstrings and calves.

When her legs were sufficiently heated, Taz moved to work her back, then her chest, shoulders and
arms. After ten minutes with the light weights, she had a thin sheen of sweat and was ready for some
serious work.

"Squats," she told the machine. "Maximum intensity, three reps."

The bar across her shoulders grew heavy, gradually increasing until it was almost three times her own
body weight. She felt the strain in her low back, and going down was a lot easier than coming back up.
Muscles in her thighs and buttocks tensed, bulged and strained under the machine's heavy hand as she
rose, barely able to fight her way through the rep. Now the sweat poured from her and the burn was
painful, a deep, hot ache that went to the bone.

She grunted at the bottom of the second rep, almost didn't get past the sticking point as she trembled
upward, and yelled her way through it.

One more. She could do it, the machine wouldn't let her try otherwise, but gods, she was tired! The
sweat seeped past her eyebrows and ran into her eyes. She blinked it away. Should have worn a

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...20Perry%20-%20Matador%207%20-%20Brother%20Death.txt (11 of 174)23-2-2006 23:04:29
 file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20do...n/spaar/Steve%20Perry%20-%20Matador%207%20-%20Brother%20Death.txt

headband.

Down. Don't bounce at the bottom! Come on, up, up, up, goddammit! You can do this!

She came up, a plant growing slowly toward the sun, a glacier oozing over virgin winter ground.
Christo, this was hard, it was impossible! Fuck the machine, what did a machine know? She couldn't
make it

Yes, she could. Move, move, move, dammit-!

Her bent knees straightened. She rose, reached the top. Locked her legs.

"Jesu Damn! Off!"

The SSA turned the many kilos on the bar into air.

Taz stretched. Grinned. Well. So much for squats.

Time to do her back. "Rows," she said. "Eight reps at maximum. . ."

Thirty minutes later she stood under the pulse of her shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat