"128! 129! 130!" I huffed, my voice coming out more like a dying engine than an actual count. My arms trembled as I forced myself through the final rep, every muscle screaming bloody murder. The moment I was done, I collapsed onto the mat.
A cool towel slid down from my shoulder and nearly smothered my face. I grabbed it and wiped the sweat from my eyes. My hair clung to my forehead, damp and unruly, and my limbs felt like they had collectively agreed to resign.
I lifted my wrist weakly and squinted at my smartwatch. It had buzzed about an hour ago, but I was too busy suffering to care.
The screen lit up.
[Announcement: Wandering Club Destination — Eldoria. Scheduled for next Saturday.]
"…Oh."
That single word carried an impressive amount of mixed emotions—excitement, dread, and the sudden realization that my body might not survive the next week.
I let my arm flop back onto the mat and stared at the ceiling.
