It didn't take long for the group to find their respective spots inside the gym, their hands eager to hold the fancy equipment. The gym's atmosphere was electric, a metallic tang of anticipation hanging heavy in the air.
Even in the late afternoon, the gym was packed with people, yet it didn't look the least bit crowded, as it was large enough to hold at least a hundred people.
Kenneth made his way to the warm-up room, where sleek black mats lay on the floor, and ample space allowed him to stretch his long limbs in preparation for the strain to come. As he began his routine, each stretch was precise, a testament to his ingrained muscle memory. He counted his breaths with military precision, each motion deliberate, every muscle responding instinctively to the commands drilled into him during his training. His body, honed through discipline and years of practice, moved with a natural ease, knowing exactly where to put pressure and where to bend.
