PART SIX

I was getting nowhere on the treadmill and I'm sure that was the point of the stupid contraption. When I ran, I wanted to be outdoors. As of today, I had enough time exercising inside to fill a cruise ship with sweat. Training indoors was ugly and so was my mood. The walls closed in with every step and just the noise of the machine had my temper spiking.

I upped the speed and incline, sprinting to the sound of "Try Too Hard" by Pink pounding through my ear buds. The ...