He’d started early with a paddle then into the gym for weight training. The medicine ball at 4kgs was an effort. He raised it straight up from his chest then lowered it behind his head before raising and lowering it to his chest again. She’d asked for twenty repetitions before his begging brought it to ten. She was doing it effortlessly so he demanded her ball not knowing that hers was eight kilos. The big ball had been difficult. Even she had given up on him with that one. Instead she sent him for a twenty kilometre run. The sign he had memorised from her wall said unless you pass out, puke or die keep going kept him going. Until the boardwalk. Feeling faint and queasy, still he ran. He felt sorry for the girls having their picnic that it was right there, in front of them, he had to be sick. Probably turned them off their tucker. It certainly turned him off another session with the personal trainer.
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