She places her arms out close to her and I slowly start. I let go slowly at first then at times spikes drops. 10 pounds, 30, 50, 100, 300, 350, 400, 600, 650 here is where I see her start to struggle a little. 700 pounds, 720, 750, 800, 820. "Okay! I can't hold it anymore!" I quickly lift it up and then place it on the floor. Rosy excitedly looks at me, "How much was that 100 pounds? 200?" I look at her. "Is that how much it felt to you?" She looks dubiously at me. "That is how much I could lift before max. It felt about that much." I smile at her so she hasn't really noticed even the simplest improvements. I guess her strength increments were slow enough she didn't notice. "You carried approximately eight hundred and twenty pounds." Her jaw slacks open and she looks at me into my eyes, "Whaaat?!"