Twenty pushups. Fifty sit ups. Ten burpees. Fifteen pull ups. Twenty lunges. Body heating up. She could almost feel the warmth inside it glowing.
Pushups. Sit ups. Burpees. Pull ups. Lunges. Did others see it? She felt the waves rolling off her, taking little pieces of her with them. Her sweat dripped memories.
Twenty. Fifty. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. A few more. A bit farther. And surely she’d collapse, the energy finally expended, steaming out of her pores like dragon’s breath.
Pushups, sit ups, burpees, pull ups, lunges. Twenty, fifty, ten, fifteen, twenty. Maybe someday the sweat would take the anger with it.