Claire
Victor and I were training at the gym for a couple of hours now. After running ten miles on the treadmill, he instructed me to a hundred reps of push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and everything in between.
I was good at sports and I was used to the hard training before an important match but Victor was a ruthless coach and kept pressuring me to do more. Though he was doing the same exercises as me, he didn't seem strained at all.
By the time I finished another cycle of HIIT I was exhausted by the gruesome workout. I powered through the last pus-up before my arms failed me and I let my body collapse on the floor.
"No time for breaks Claire! The enemy won’t wait for you when you get tired." Victor warned me.
"I don't see the point of doing all this! There is no enemy!” I complained. “I
