“You barely hitting 20, AJ? I’m like 300 pounds heavier than you and I’m still way ahead,” Rainbow called out between heavy breaths, struggling to lift her weights up and down. “Getting weak on me?”
“Weak?! You’re sweatin’ over 10-pound kettlebells and you’re callin’ me weak? Yeah, right,” Applejack hollered back, grunting with each poorly executed sit-up. “Why don’t ya get up and grab somethin’ bigger to lift? Or that blubber butt of yours still holdin’ you back?”
“Look who’s talking! Your blubber butt can’t even fit in your own driver’s seat.”
“I ain’t the one wearin’ down the truck’s suspension!”
As the two of them continued their seaside workout, hurling insults and roasting each other, they remained fully unaware of the attention they were getting. This was especially for one particularly flustered lifeguard, watching intently as the behemoth women work up a sweat.