He started to feel really close to giving up, ready to give the core muscles that he was using a much-needed break. He continued to push through the exercise regimen, though, as he was determined to do so.
His arms outstretched behind him, King K. Rool continued on with the jackknife exercise routine, a combination of a leg lift and a crunch, that he had been doing for a short time now. He brought his legs from off of the floor, bringing his arms up and over his head so they were parallel to them at the same time. In a slow, controlled manner, he lowered his arms and legs back down to their starting position.
So much for this being one of the simpler exercises, he thought. If this was tiring him out this much, then he hated to know what some of the harder strength training was. For now, though, he was just going to focus on getting through the last few reps of this exercise.
"You got this," Wii Fit Trainer said with motivation. "Only ten more left. Feel those muscles working."
"Oh, I can feel them working," King K. Rool complained as he continued to do exactly as she was doing.
Being as strong and fit as she was, the trainer dressed in blue made this look super simple. He almost felt a bit embarrassed that he was struggling through this and the previous few exercises, when she was barely breaking a sweat.
The large crocodile did what she had suggested to do, and that was to try counting out loud. He did so alongside her, pushing through the last five reps. When he reached the very last one, he laid where he was exhaustedly for a brief moment. He then got up and grabbed one of the water bottles that sat over towards where the yoga mats were located, downing half of it in one large gulp.
Wii Fit Trainer got up a moment later and approached him, clapping her hands together with a proud smile. "That was a great workout," she applauded. "You did a good job."
King K. Rool nodded his head and let out a large sigh. "I'm going to be tired tonight," he remarked in reply.
"Keep at that everyday," the trainer replied informatively, "and you'll start to achieve a more well-toned body."
"I'm not exactly trying to tone up, though." The obese crocodile patted a hand upon his large, gold-plated belly. "This stomach of mine is actually the weapon I use in the tournament. I just wanted to get a bit stronger so I can end the losing streak I've had. That's why I came to you to see how I could do that."
Wii Fit Trainer nodded understandingly. "Trust me," she responded. "If you continue to do some of the exercises that we just did today, you'll get much stronger in preparation for next week's upcoming battles." She held up her hand. "Will you join me at the same time tomorrow?"
King K. Rool high-fived her with his scaly hand, a grin taking shape on his face. "You got it."
"Will be doing the same regimen tomorrow," she informed, "plus a few yoga stretches that I think will really beneficial."
"Yoga?" the crocodile inquired. "I'm not sure I have the strongest liking for that."
"That's quite okay," Wii Fit Trainer replied. "I can assure you, though, that these poses are very simple. Not only will they improve your posture, but I think they'll help with that pain in your sides you mentioned before."
The portly reptilian grabbed his water and started to walk out of the green-colored room. After giving himself a much-needed break that lasted a few minutes, he walked over to another thing that was on his agenda.
The next thing he needed to do was go and see Little Mac over where he trained. If there was anybody that could help him out with learning how to throw better jabs and the like in battle, it was him.