The Love of Money I – Chapter 40: Dark Turns
Monday, 5:30 am Unable to do another pushup, I face-planted on the matted floor. “Not bad,” Tara Gellar sing-songed in that attractive Australian accent. I thought I was going to enjoy working out while a supermodel-beautiful, Olympic-level fit, Aussie goddess coached me along. Right now, I hated it, and I hated her. “This is humiliating,” I muttered, the words muted by the foam on the gym floor. “Nah,” Tara said. “This is an assessment. I’ve seen worse.” I rolled over on my back and looked around the gym—all the equipment was state-of-the-art and expensive, but it had Tara’s approval. I had a couple of ellipticals, treadmills, stair-step machines, and cardio rowing machines. There were machines for building muscle in different areas of the body. Free weights had been stacked and racked along one wall for …