(Y/N's p.o.v)
God, I feel like I've been writing for hours... I complain, leaning my head back, then taking a sip of water.
You should definitely take a break.
Yeah, I probably should. I closed my laptop, pushing it to the other side of my bed. What do I do now?
Maybe work-out. You have an in-home gym. Eric suggested.
Yeah... I sat up and stretched out. That's a good idea. Exercise means dopamine which means happiness.
Correct. Eric nodded.
I got out of bed, looking in the mirror. Are these good working out clothes?
No, no they aren't. Sweaters and black leggings that aren't meant for working out- are not meant for working out.
I looked in a drawer in my dresser where most of my leggings were. Most of the ones in this drawer were sports leggings.
I took out a marble-looking black and white sports leggings. They're pretty.
They are pretty.
I know.
I took those leggings and walked over to my closet, walking through the closet and wondering what shirt to wear.
Maybe this casual sports t-shirt.
Yeah, that one.
I nodded and walked back into my room, quickly changing, grabbing my phone, and walking down the stairs to fill up a water bottle.
What's the goal for this work-out.
Probably about three miles in thirty minutes.
On the treadmill or elliptical.
The treadmill.
What? Really? Why?
Because you're actually running.
Ugh- you're killing me.
Just pace yourself, I'll be there.
THE FITNESS GRAM PACERTEST IS A-
Oh my god! Stop!
I held back a laugh and continued what I was doing. I went to the basement where the gym, the bar, and the movie theater- that was currently being made- was.
I got on the treadmill, preparing for the pain and soreness in the future.
Okay, start slow. Eric instructed.
I nodded and started at a small pace. Can you tell when I've run three miles?
Yes, I can. Eric nodded.
That's good. I looked at the screen of the treadmill. Ugh, help. Distract me from the pain. Think of a good conversation starter.
So, what do you think about shopping? Think about something you want to get in the future?
Um- Probably some nice shirts, and hoodies, and maybe... Aw shit- what am I think? What is that thing? The- the- that thing. What is it?
Cardigans?
Yeah- those.
Okay, pick up your pace a little.
I sped up the treadmill.

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