Breathing heavily I tense and brace before the pull starts. The metallic echo of the plates as my muscles scream at me, straps digging into my wrists, eyes screwed shut. I was aware my headphones had slipped but I wasn't really listening to it anyway. A sort of muffled silence echoes in my skull as my knees lock out and back straightens. It was as I let the weight fall back to the blocks and uncouple my hands from the bar when the world comes flooding back. The sound of the gym suddenly all encompassing and oppressive as I fight hurriedly to undo the straps on the deadlift suit and peel it down breathing deeply as the tension is released on my chest. Gasping and sucking in air as I kneel down beside the bar I realise people are staring, some even taking a few steps towards me probably to see if I'm OK. I wave a hand at them dismissively. I'm fine but I need a minute, this is why I dislike training heavy in public gyms but a leak in my garage roof had meant my usual deadlift day had to go public but I always feel just so out of place. Among insta thots and gym bros my presence felt like an intrusion like the bar resented me for hoarding plates onto it and the eyes of people staring as if I was trying to ego lift and show them up. But there was no ego in what I was doing I was unofficially the 5th strongest under 180lb strongwoman in the world. And 12 weeks out from competition, weight cut done it was time to get on with preparation and that meant long days lifting heavy weights. Peeling the deadlift suit off I put my shoes back on sitting there in purple gym leggings that hugged my toned thick thighs and a pink sports bra showing off abs that were quickly covered by a t shirt as I wiped myself and the equipment down and gathered my things. Looking round again I sigh heavily and place my headphones back on picking up my bag and heading for the door and then the cafe over the road from the large complex. Sitting alone with a large black coffee and a pastry I do my coaching check ins with clients before writing up my own work out. Looking at the picture I had still forgotten to pull out the front of my gym diary I sigh angrily. I had dedicated myself to breaking records and becoming the best and 2 months ago the strain had finally told on my relationship and they left. They always said it was lonely at the top but the empty house was really something I hated going back to and it was that thought that carried me back into the gym. Some would say I was obsessed. And I was, but all the best people were.

Hey all I hope you liked the post. First prompt from me on my new profile and one that really speaks to me as an amateur strength athlete. I want to play out a slice of life style rp really. How does life go for one of the strongest women in the world. How does being an elite athlete impact her life and relationships.

This is open to anyone of legal age as I am Bisexual. That said I hope you can see this is a prompt for more than just quick seggs. However smut will play a part of course. I am very kink friendly and a switch so feel free to bring your kinks to the table I'm open to at least discussing most being involved. My character is 5ft7 and well muscled, that is pretty much a given from the type of prompt it is so that body type isn't really going to change so please make sure you are OK with that.

I rp exclusively in reddit DM so please don't send chat requests or requests to move to other platforms.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Paige🥇❤🥇❤🥇