Gemotions

The weight room hummed with activity. Sweat dripped onto the mats. The iron smelled heavy, and the air crackled with a distinct sense of competitive tension. Alex had always been a middle linebacker, relishing the physicality, the controlled aggression. Then, the coach gestured him over. "Alex, you're moving to defensive end." Surprise flickered, then a jolt, a surge of pure, unadulterated energy coursed through him, making him want to explode. He clenched his fists, a grin splitting his face, his eyes suddenly bright.