GEMMA
For the next few days, George made me run for a few minutes, run upstairs, and lift weights. It was exhausting. He would make me do them over and over again until my arm shook and my legs gave.
I lay on the ground panting as George turned off the timer. He stood next to me.
"Forty-five minutes for a 5k run. That's a poor time." He told me.
I dismissed with a wave of my hand, too tired to reply. What was he expecting from me? I've had no prior training or access to exercise.
The only thing I knew how to do was work and work. However, these days I was starting to feel better and lighter. It turned out that working out and moving my body was good for me.
My head was clearer and I could think better. I hadn't even thought about Nate for a few days. I hadn't seen him either, which w
