First Rep

Everything was locked. Neck stiff, jaw tight, knees pinned back against the metal carriage. Unacceptable posture. I let out a sharp breath and tested my right grip. The small blue barbell handle in my hand actually shifted. Cold, knurled plastic. I clenched my fingers, tightened my core, and pressed a sneaker heel against the steel footplate. It creaked under my sole. Good. I can move. No excuses.