It took a little over three hours to get today's training out of the way, and my muscles burned like a bitch. Isaac had been reluctant to let me go, claiming I still needed a lot of work. I had begged him and was able to convince him that I wouldn't be able to get better in just one day if I was on the brink of death.

I knew I was getting a little better, and soon, I'd be ploughing Isaac into the ground. I just needed maybe a year to do that.

When Isaac finally decided to let me go, I dragged ...