Anything to breathe your name.

Who is he?

I groaned at the sunlight hitting my eyes, struggling to find my phone. I checked my phone for the time and almost immediately fell off my bed. I quickly got up and looked at my phone again to ensure I wasn't imagining things.

"SHIT!" I yelled as I quickly exited my floor and dashed to my bathroom.

In a rush, I brushed my teeth, put on some deodorant, and took my bonnet off my head. I slipped down the stairs in a rush. Grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and my running shoes near the door.

"Crap I forgot my phone," I whispered to myself as I ran up the stairs skipping two steps at a time.

After I grabbed my cell phone, I dashed down the stairs, jumping over the last two steps and almost falling because of my socks. I quickly put on my running shoes and ran straight out the door to my car.

" I'm so late," I hastily said as I started my push-start car and backed out of my driveway.

I was 10 minutes out from my destination when I received a call. I accepted the call without paying attention to the person on the other end.

"Hello?" I asked in a rush.

"You left the house without saying anything to me." My mother had said bitterly through the call.

I sighed and took a breath before answering her, ensuring my tone stayed the same. If it didn't she would get pissed.

"Sorry Mom, I was running late," I replied.

"Running late for what?" She had asked.
" I told you I have training sessions with Coach Gary, and I always go on Saturday mornings before work," I replied

"Watch your tone. I forget. You probably told me when I was drinking my wine." She told me steadily.

"Hm," I muttered.

My mom kept asking who would be paying for these private sessions because she was not going to. She also complained about how I forgot to throw away a paper plate last night; which wasn't me because I wasn't even home. I was at the game last night, but I'm pretty sure she had forgotten that I told her two weeks ago about asking for her permission to attend the game. If I mentioned that it wasn't me who forgot to throw the paper plate away she would go on and on about how I was lying. So I sat there and said okay to all her complaints for 5 minutes.

"Mom, I have to go. I'm already running late for my sessions. We can talk about this when I get home," I told her calmly.

"I won't be home." She told me shortly before she hung up.

I shook my head, collected myself, grabbed my things from my car, and entered the gym, where my coach awaited me.

"Hey there, it's about time you decided to attend the session," Coach Gray said, as he had already set up my barbell for squats.

I smiled a bit. 'Sorry, I had woken up late." I said nervously.

He shook his head. "Yes, I figured."

I put my things on the ground and walked on the turf, warming my body before hitting the weights. After 15 minutes of long warm-ups, I went straight for the barbell. I only squatted 20 pounds in the first set to warm my legs. I did my regular weight for the rest of the two sets, which is 45 on each side. Then, on my last set, I added some weight and went to 50, which was extremely difficult. Afterward, I went to the smith machine and weighted lunges, Heel elevated squats, and split squats. Then I did hack squats which I hated. I had completed the barbell workouts just the same as I did my squats. Starting with 20 and making my way up to 50 pounds. 4xinto failure. But I was nowhere near done; I proceeded to do Bulgarian split squat 3x8 and Goblet squat 3x10. And then, of course, core. I lay on the ground in satisfaction, sweaty.