When Savannah had said "you're so small and pretty", something clicked in Chelsea. It was the same thing she had heard thousands of times when she was racing, that she was so small and so pretty she shouldn't be doing something so dangerous. She let go of the handles of the weight machine and narrowly avoided hitting herself in the head as they dropped. She sat up as fast as a woman with limited back muscle use could, just in time to hear the superior tone in Savannah's voice when she said that she was going to school.
"Well, good for you," Chelsea snapped back as she pushed herself up to a better position. "I'm sure that it's a very safe career choice for someone so pretty." She turned herself a little more to face her. "What can I say, I've never been one to play it safe."