he pushed the "+" button on the incline. higher and higher. 1.5, 2.0, 2.5, 3.0, 3.5...
his legs had started to burn. he pushed through. ignoring his need for water, already. it hadn't even been 5 minutes. he cursed himself. what a unfit piece of shit. fat. he was obese. he couldn't live this way. his body would give in with all the extra weight any day now.
he put the speed of the treadmill up. 3.5, 4.0, 4.5, 5.0. he was nearly jogging. he'd be running in a minute. he carried on for a few minutes and then hovered above the speed button. he remembered what had happened last time...
he had woken up slumped at the bottom of the treadmill, he must of fallen unconscious. he couldn't afford for that to happen again. especially as his mother or father could walk in at any moment. if they found him like that they'd be sure to call the hospital and ban him from using the equipment in their fitness suite.
he wiped his brow. he was really working up a sweat. he grabbed his water bottle out of the holder and chugged down the water.
he bit the bullet and pressed the increase speed button.
faster and faster and...
