I groaned as Samuel told me to run five more laps with him, my legs feel like they're going to fall off. I sighed and started running with him, ignoring the burning in my lungs. Samuel has an amused look in his eye as he watched me struggle to keep up. I narrowed my eyes at him, silently promising to get back at him. When we were finally done Samuel ended up carrying my lazy ass upstairs. I could barely walk, my legs felt like Jello. He walked into our room and dumped me on the bed, chuckling.
"So, how do you like working out?" He asked, taking his shirt off.
I frowned, "Does it get easier?"
"Yeah, once you're more fit it won't be as hard. Did you ever go for a run when you weren't doing chores?"
"No, I was usually doing chores all day." He grabbed a towel and walked over, he leaned do
