My days were completely filled.
Session with him.
Three laps.
Practice after session.
Shower.
Eat.
Sleep.
Over and over again.
Initially the routine seemed like a prison. Now it seemed like protection. I measured time by the soreness in my muscles. My lungs ached less on the runs. My hits connected quicker. My reflexes improved in ways I never imagined. Each day I grew stronger—stronger, quicker , sharper.
Harder.
My body had transformed into a tool sharpened through practice and unwavering resolve. Pain ceased to surprise me. It guided me.
Following my three laps today with sweat sticking to my body and my heart still thumping loudly in my ears I stepped into the training gym. As usual he was already present.
Resting against the wall. Arms folded. Dark attire hugging his build
