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with All America Amy Jones and ArianeJones

(Amy's own word between Chapter One and Chapter Two here: )

Day after day after day, Amy hauled one bale of hay after another up the ladder. She would struggle to get out of bed in the mornings. Muscles she didn't even know she had would ache with every step.

Still, not a single movement towards anything that resembled a wrestling ring.

She alternated between carrying the fifty-pound and the seventy-five-pound bales. She could still barely lift the hundred-pound bale. Getting that one up the ladder was still beyond her capabilities.

Then, one day, after the end of another grueling session, Ariane called her over to the front of the barn. The cowgirl trainer sat on a hundred-pound bale.

"Follow me," Ariane said, picking up the bale and walking away from the barn.

Amy followed. Neither spoke a word as they walked.

After a while, Ariane stopped and dropped the bale.

Amy looked back to the barn. Far off in the distance.

"I would say that's approximately two hundred yards, Amy," Ariane said. "You are going to pick up this bale and carry it back to the barn."

"What? Ariane, I...."

"But, first." Ariane pulled a bandana from her pocket, wrapped it around Amy's eyes, then tying it into a blindfold.

"Ariane! What..."

"Trust me. Pick up the bale. Start walking. I'll guide you. Just. Take one step. Then another."

Confused and a bit apprehensive, Amy picked up the bale and started walking. Ariane walked beside her, holding a hand out to steady her. Watching to make sure nothing lie in their path that could trip her student.

"It's getting heavy."

"Come on, Amy, give me one more step."

They kept walking. Amy's arms burned. Her legs trembled. Each step harder than the last.

Ariane's voice stayed right beside her. "Come on, Amy. On more step."

"I....can't....ahh...." Tears began to roll down the young wrestler's cheeks. "I...."

"Just. One. More. Step."

That "one more step" seemed to last an eternity. Her entire body hurt like never before. She had already spent an entire day carrying the seventy-five-pound bales and now she was lugging the unforgiving hundred-pound bale.

She started to stumble but Ariana steadied her.

"Just one more step."

Tears became sobs as she felt her legs collapsing.

"One. More. Step."

Finally, her body gave in completely. She dropped the bale and pitched forwards before being caught by Ariane and lowered to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" Amy wailed. "I went as far as I could. I really did. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Ariane reached down. Removed the blindfold. "Open your eyes, Amy, and look up."

The sobbing, trembling young woman stared upwards.

At the barn's ceiling.

"You made it all the way, Amy. I almost had to stop you from hitting the back wall."

Amy blinked away tears, still staring up at the ceiling of the barn.

Ariane brushed Amy's hair away from her face. "The only way to truly know how far you can go is to not see how far you have to go."

With what little strength she had left, Amy sat up, took a deep breath then leaned against her coach.

Ariane put her arm around Amy.

The proud teacher with her prized student.

To Be Continued

Description
Continued From:

with All America Amy Jones and ArianeJones

(Amy's own word between Chapter One and Chapter Two here: )

Day after day after day, Amy hauled one bale of hay after another up the ladder. She would struggle to get out of bed in the mornings. Muscles she didn't even know she had would ache with every step.

Still, not a single movement towards anything that resembled a wrestling ring.

She alternated between carrying the fifty-pound and the seventy-five-pound bales. She could still barely lift the hundred-pound bale. Getting that one up the ladder was still beyond her capabilities.

Then, one day, after the end of another grueling session, Ariane called her over to the front of the barn. The cowgirl trainer sat on a hundred-pound bale.

"Follow me," Ariane said, picking up the bale and walking away from the barn.

Amy followed. Neither spoke a word as they walked.

After a while, Ariane stopped and dropped the bale.

Amy looked back to the barn. Far off in the distance.

"I would say that's approximately two hundred yards, Amy," Ariane said. "You are going to pick up this bale and carry it back to the barn."

"What? Ariane, I...."

"But, first." Ariane pulled a bandana from her pocket, wrapped it around Amy's eyes, then tying it into a blindfold.

"Ariane! What..."

"Trust me. Pick up the bale. Start walking. I'll guide you. Just. Take one step. Then another."

Confused and a bit apprehensive, Amy picked up the bale and started walking. Ariane walked beside her, holding a hand out to steady her. Watching to make sure nothing lie in their path that could trip her student.

"It's getting heavy."

"Come on, Amy, give me one more step."

They kept walking. Amy's arms burned. Her legs trembled. Each step harder than the last.

Ariane's voice stayed right beside her. "Come on, Amy. On more step."

"I....can't....ahh...." Tears began to roll down the young wrestler's cheeks. "I...."

"Just. One. More. Step."

That "one more step" seemed to last an eternity. Her entire body hurt like never before. She had already spent an entire day carrying the seventy-five-pound bales and now she was lugging the unforgiving hundred-pound bale.

She started to stumble but Ariana steadied her.

"Just one more step."

Tears became sobs as she felt her legs collapsing.

"One. More. Step."

Finally, her body gave in completely. She dropped the bale and pitched forwards before being caught by Ariane and lowered to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" Amy wailed. "I went as far as I could. I really did. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Ariane reached down. Removed the blindfold. "Open your eyes, Amy, and look up."

The sobbing, trembling young woman stared upwards.

At the barn's ceiling.

"You made it all the way, Amy. I almost had to stop you from hitting the back wall."

Amy blinked away tears, still staring up at the ceiling of the barn.

Ariane brushed Amy's hair away from her face. "The only way to truly know how far you can go is to not see how far you have to go."

With what little strength she had left, Amy sat up, took a deep breath then leaned against her coach.

Ariane put her arm around Amy.

The proud teacher with her prized student.

To Be Continued