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since I was at Stanford," Catherine said. "I enjoyed it then, but don't you think I'm a little old for that?"
"Not at all!" Ryan assured her. "Gosh, there were a couple of people in their 70s on the AIDS Ride with us."
"I might like that," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "It could remind me of my youth."
"That's why I do most of the things I do," Ryan grinned.
"Let's go get you a bike while the urge is still fresh," Jamie suggested.
"Really? So soon?" Catherine gasped.
"No time like the present," Ryan reminded her.
"Okay," Catherine said, "as soon as we're through here, we'll go shopping."
"Works for me," Ryan said. "I'd like to start with a few exercises to get you started, but I don't want to overwhelm you. Over time we'll add to these to keep you interested, but first we need to build a base. So I'll show you exercises for your shoulders, chest, arms, back, legs, and abs."
"Okay, let's go," Catherine agreed.
Ryan led her through the most basic of exercises for each of her major muscle groups. Catherine was substantially weaker than Ryan would have guessed, but given that she did no work around the house and didn't stress herself at tennis, that was not too surprising. She could only manage ten or fifteen pounds on most of the exercises, but Ryan assured her that she would progress quickly if she kept at it. Ryan urged her to do each exercise ten times but to do only one set at the beginning--as she got stronger she would increase the sets until she could do three, and then they would start to increase the weight on the machine.
Catherine seemed to like the process, and she agreed that she would work out three days a week and that she would give Ryan weekly calls to report on her progress.
When they were done, Catherine was quite tired and her muscles were already beginning to stiffen up. Ryan wanted to suggest a massage, but since she wasn't sure how Jamie or Catherine would feel about it, she held her tongue.
"Oh, my, I'm going to feel this in the morning," Catherine said as she sat on a bench and watched Jamie work.
Without missing a beat, Jamie suggested, "Let Ryan give you a massage, Mom. You'll feel tons better."
Catherine looked at her a little hesitantly but Ryan assured her, "I'm happy to work on you if you feel comfortable."
"Yes, I think I do. I've…um…never had a massage from someone I know, but I think I'd be fine."
"She's the best, Catherine," Jordan piped up.
"And you know my feelings on the matter," Jamie added.
"Okay, Ryan, work your magic," Catherine gamely replied.
As befitted the home that had everything, there was a massage room right off the main weight room. A professional table was set up, and Ryan noted that the room looked as if it were used frequently. "I have a massage here every week," Catherine offered, "but my masseuse doesn't come until Wednesday."
"That's good to know. Over time we can make Wednesday be your hard training day. I'll just step out while you get undressed," she said. "Call me when you're ready." She walked out of the room and dashed over to Jamie for a good luck kiss. "I'm more nervous than I was when I took my final exam in massage school," she admitted. "It's gonna be weird to see your mom naked."
"Just think of it as a preview of coming attractions," Jamie said as she gave her a playful pinch on the butt.
Jordan piped up, "I'd take that attraction right now-much less in twenty years. Your mom is a hottie, Jamie."
You'd better stick to a little safer game, Ryan thought to herself. Jim Evans would shoot you dead if you touched his wife. Speaking of which— I'm going to touch his wife! Yikes!
Ryan ran back just as Catherine called for her. The older woman was lying face down on the table with a pale blue sheet loosely wrapped around her body. Ryan felt her stomach clench as she entered the room. She was actually more nervous than she had ever been about giving a massage, and she wracked her brain to come up with some relaxation techniques for
"Not at all!" Ryan assured her. "Gosh, there were a couple of people in their 70s on the AIDS Ride with us."
"I might like that," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "It could remind me of my youth."
"That's why I do most of the things I do," Ryan grinned.
"Let's go get you a bike while the urge is still fresh," Jamie suggested.
"Really? So soon?" Catherine gasped.
"No time like the present," Ryan reminded her.
"Okay," Catherine said, "as soon as we're through here, we'll go shopping."
"Works for me," Ryan said. "I'd like to start with a few exercises to get you started, but I don't want to overwhelm you. Over time we'll add to these to keep you interested, but first we need to build a base. So I'll show you exercises for your shoulders, chest, arms, back, legs, and abs."
"Okay, let's go," Catherine agreed.
Ryan led her through the most basic of exercises for each of her major muscle groups. Catherine was substantially weaker than Ryan would have guessed, but given that she did no work around the house and didn't stress herself at tennis, that was not too surprising. She could only manage ten or fifteen pounds on most of the exercises, but Ryan assured her that she would progress quickly if she kept at it. Ryan urged her to do each exercise ten times but to do only one set at the beginning--as she got stronger she would increase the sets until she could do three, and then they would start to increase the weight on the machine.
Catherine seemed to like the process, and she agreed that she would work out three days a week and that she would give Ryan weekly calls to report on her progress.
When they were done, Catherine was quite tired and her muscles were already beginning to stiffen up. Ryan wanted to suggest a massage, but since she wasn't sure how Jamie or Catherine would feel about it, she held her tongue.
"Oh, my, I'm going to feel this in the morning," Catherine said as she sat on a bench and watched Jamie work.
Without missing a beat, Jamie suggested, "Let Ryan give you a massage, Mom. You'll feel tons better."
Catherine looked at her a little hesitantly but Ryan assured her, "I'm happy to work on you if you feel comfortable."
"Yes, I think I do. I've…um…never had a massage from someone I know, but I think I'd be fine."
"She's the best, Catherine," Jordan piped up.
"And you know my feelings on the matter," Jamie added.
"Okay, Ryan, work your magic," Catherine gamely replied.
As befitted the home that had everything, there was a massage room right off the main weight room. A professional table was set up, and Ryan noted that the room looked as if it were used frequently. "I have a massage here every week," Catherine offered, "but my masseuse doesn't come until Wednesday."
"That's good to know. Over time we can make Wednesday be your hard training day. I'll just step out while you get undressed," she said. "Call me when you're ready." She walked out of the room and dashed over to Jamie for a good luck kiss. "I'm more nervous than I was when I took my final exam in massage school," she admitted. "It's gonna be weird to see your mom naked."
"Just think of it as a preview of coming attractions," Jamie said as she gave her a playful pinch on the butt.
Jordan piped up, "I'd take that attraction right now-much less in twenty years. Your mom is a hottie, Jamie."
You'd better stick to a little safer game, Ryan thought to herself. Jim Evans would shoot you dead if you touched his wife. Speaking of which— I'm going to touch his wife! Yikes!
Ryan ran back just as Catherine called for her. The older woman was lying face down on the table with a pale blue sheet loosely wrapped around her body. Ryan felt her stomach clench as she entered the room. She was actually more nervous than she had ever been about giving a massage, and she wracked her brain to come up with some relaxation techniques for
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