Inhale, two, three, four; exhale, six, seven, eight.
Gotta do this. Exhale, six, seven, eight.
Breathe.
Double-time.
One-and-two-and-three-and-four. Push through: five-and-six-and-seven-eight.
Again.
Can't - pant - stop. Never - pant - stop.
Carpet fibres came into sharp focus before minute details receded from sight as his body rose.
Last time. Harder!
Last set. Faster!
Keyop ignored the sweat that stung his eyes. The roaring sound of blood pumping through his body was the rhythm he used to push his body through his evening callisthenics.
Ma-ark! Jay-son! Prin-cess! Ty-ny!
Nev-ver! A-gain! Exhale, Zol-tar!
