Sweat began to slowly drip from my brow, a clear indication that my body was starting to warm up. I took deep breaths as I continued the movements, pushing faster than the first cycle, still maintaining my form and breathing, always more important than speed.
“Alright, let’s push through the second round and get this warm up done.” I said during a strong exhale, my voice filled with command inflection.
Aasim stopped dead in his tracks, his face covered in sweat, his breathing taxed and heavy. He put his hands on his knees, looking for stability. “Warm up?” he asked weakly trying to find his breath, a look of disbelief on his face. Continue reading