Ten more.
I lay flat on the ground, staring up at my ceiling. Go no. Do it. Ten more.
“You can stop nagging me whenever you want.” I snap at the voice in my head. I’m sure to anyone with no context, I look insane right now.
I was in a sports bra and leggings, pushing myself to reach a hundred sit-ups for the night. I was currently at eighty, and my core was on fire. I’d never realized how weak I was until I was a shaky, sweaty mess because of a sixty second plank.
I’d been married off pretty young, so I’d never worried about having a strong body or mind. I’d just told myself, Ryker will take care of it. I don’t need to learn this. I don’t need to train, Ryker will always be there to protect me. There was always an excuse as to why I shouldn’t learn something for myself, and that exc
