I first met Stacy at the park, near the outdoor fitness area. She was doing pull-ups on the bar, her massive biceps flexing with each movement, the definition in her arms impossible to miss. Her wheelchair was parked nearby, and her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose braid. I couldn’t help but watch, amazed by her strength and how effortlessly she lifted herself.

She noticed me watching and grinned, dropping down smoothly. "Not what you expected?" she asked with a playful tone.

I smiled, impressed. "Your arms are incredible."

Stacy laughed. "These?" She flexed. "They're just getting started."on