While her mind was occupied with numbers and figures, Bella pushed her body to the limits of exhaustion. Her lungs ached with the need for air and her muscles burned with the strain of keeping the punishing rhythm she had set. Exercising had never been among Bella's favourite activities; nevertheless, she did it every day.
Ninety minutes on the treadmill to remind her body of the difficulties of shedding the evidences of an overblown appetite. She needed to remember, because some days when there was little work to distract her mind and no interesting books to be read, she craved the sweetness of melting ice cream on her parched tongue.
But she refused to acknowledge her cravings, so she ran.
