“Is that the best you’ve got?”
The lovely blonde that Conor once considered a “nice girl” was gone, and in her place was something utterly devoid of pity.
Indeed, she’d become one of the most heartless and cruel creatures known to mankind… a fitness coach.
“Conor, I said 180 seconds of work. You don’t get to rest yet! Down!”
He dropped down to do a push-up.
“Now up! Get up! Jump!”
Then he sprung to his feet, leaping into the air, only to do have to do it again. Then came crunches, running in place, shuffle steps, and so on and so forth… 180 seconds “on” and only 30 seconds “off” … for an hour.
“Ok, you’re done! Rest.”
Conor collapsed into a puddle of his own sweat. Ashley brought over a water bottle and set it next to his left hand. It took nearly everything he had to work the lid and drink half the bottle in a single go, and then pour the rest on his face.
“So, that’s Insanity. Give me 60 days Conor and you’ll be in better shape than you’ve ever been in like your whole life. Including the time you spent as a prize fighter.”
The early morning light filtered through the windows of the apartment complex’s fitness room and backlit her hair, framing her face in an angelic halo of her own golden hair and sunlight. Conor wasn’t fooled by the smile on the monster’s face.
“Cannae ye jes’ … ye know … stab me all over wit’ iron nails den? I t’ink it would hurt less.” Slowly his breathing was returning to normal. Stamina and cardio he had… not only his mortal health… but also his Fae nature. However what he’d lost over the last few months was the overall athletic “edge” that he once enjoyed as a prize fighter. He’d been lazy and complacent.
In a moment of madness, he had gone to the one person he knew that was a guru on personal fitness and conditioning… Ashley. This mere mortal had somehow managed to find a workout that taxed even HIS supernatural fitness.
“Oh Conor, silly man. You’ll be fine.” The devil woman was still smiling.
Neamhain, the old battle goddess of frenzy, pain, and death would be proud to call this one a daughter… one down, 59 days to go.
The lovely blonde that Conor once considered a “nice girl” was gone, and in her place was something utterly devoid of pity.
Indeed, she’d become one of the most heartless and cruel creatures known to mankind… a fitness coach.
“Conor, I said 180 seconds of work. You don’t get to rest yet! Down!”
He dropped down to do a push-up.
“Now up! Get up! Jump!”
Then he sprung to his feet, leaping into the air, only to do have to do it again. Then came crunches, running in place, shuffle steps, and so on and so forth… 180 seconds “on” and only 30 seconds “off” … for an hour.
“Ok, you’re done! Rest.”
Conor collapsed into a puddle of his own sweat. Ashley brought over a water bottle and set it next to his left hand. It took nearly everything he had to work the lid and drink half the bottle in a single go, and then pour the rest on his face.
“So, that’s Insanity. Give me 60 days Conor and you’ll be in better shape than you’ve ever been in like your whole life. Including the time you spent as a prize fighter.”
The early morning light filtered through the windows of the apartment complex’s fitness room and backlit her hair, framing her face in an angelic halo of her own golden hair and sunlight. Conor wasn’t fooled by the smile on the monster’s face.
“Cannae ye jes’ … ye know … stab me all over wit’ iron nails den? I t’ink it would hurt less.” Slowly his breathing was returning to normal. Stamina and cardio he had… not only his mortal health… but also his Fae nature. However what he’d lost over the last few months was the overall athletic “edge” that he once enjoyed as a prize fighter. He’d been lazy and complacent.
In a moment of madness, he had gone to the one person he knew that was a guru on personal fitness and conditioning… Ashley. This mere mortal had somehow managed to find a workout that taxed even HIS supernatural fitness.
“Oh Conor, silly man. You’ll be fine.” The devil woman was still smiling.
Neamhain, the old battle goddess of frenzy, pain, and death would be proud to call this one a daughter… one down, 59 days to go.
This is where I bought Athletics back up from zero. Just a short quick one.
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