Chelsea giggled. "Nothing wrong with that! He's a sweetie, and I wish I could do backflips like that." She took the towel and wiped her face before the sweat could get too much into her eyes. "I've been a Nascar junkie all my life. That happens when you grow up in Daytona Beach." She turned a bit and set the weight a little higher. "Mind if we chat and pump at the same time? All this rich food is gonna catch up with me if I'm not careful." She scooched back down so she was lying on the bench again, her foot catching on one of the legs of the bench and twisting a little awkwardly.