Iiiiiiiiiiit’s book snippets! These are, as the title implies, snippets. From the book I’m writing. You guys seem to like them, so I keep posting them. There’s no continuity between these, but if you want to read the others, you can go here for part one, here for part two, here for part three, here for part four, here for part five, and here for part six.
Wow. That list is getting harder and harder every time. You can only link the word “here” so many times before it stops looking like a word.
The background you need for this scene is that the resistance has started training, mentally and physically. This is a physical training day. Enjoy!
Today was core training, and Blaze and one of his friends were correcting people in between doing their own workouts. I lay on the floor, on my one hundred and second crunch. My abs were burning, but I kept going anyway, driven by a distinct sense of competition. Blaze held the record of two hundred and five. I was going to beat that best, whether it made me sore tomorrow or not.
Blaze was patrolling again, having just finished two minutes of planking. He came to stand in front of me. I picked up the pace of my crunches.
A small smile played over his features. “How many?” He had long figured out that I was always setting out to beat the record.
I grunted, “One hundred fifty-two.”
“Well, let’s see if you can keep going.”
I glared up at him. “Shut up or I won’t be able to.”
“Do you find me distracting?”
I glared at him again. “Shut up, Goldman.” I was smiling, though.
Blaze chuckled and moved on. I counted silently in my head. One hundred sixty … one hundred sixty-one … one hundred sixty two …
My abs were on fire. There’s no way I can do thirty-five more, I thought as I forced myself into the one hundred seventieth. I caught Blaze’s eye. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
Giving up? His voice was in my head. I was now strong enough to continue working out, but shoot my voice into his neatly organized brain to reply.
Not on your life. I returned to my own mind and hurried. One hundred eighty-three … one hundred ninety-two … I’m so close! … two hundred! Come on, ten more, I thought. I can do this.
I vaguely realized that there was a small crowd gathered around, people noticing that I was going after a record here. I sped up. Five more left. Three more. Two more. One more …
“Done!” I shouted. I flopped onto my back, lungs and abs competing for who could hurt the most. “Two hundred ten.”
There was a smattering of applause and Blaze walked over. “Well,” he said. “Looks like you’ve beaten me. But I suppose I’ll have to get used to that, won’t I?” He reached a hand down to pull me up.
I grinned and took his offered hand. “Yes, I suppose you will.”
I hope you liked it! One of my friends was looking over my shoulder while I was writing this scene, and she liked it, so I figured maybe you guys would, too. 🙂 Comment to tell me what you though, follow for more shenanigans, and like the post if you liked it! 😀