บท 62: Exercises and Gifts

When morning came, I found myself doing pushups as the fresh breeze entered my room and the morning sunlight touched my skin.

Sweat dripped down my cheeks as I held on tight, enduring the aching pain my body had to handle.

"97, 98, 99, 100…"

Reaching my quota, I slowly stood up and drank from the glass of water beside me. I wiped off my sweat with a dry towel before proceeding to my next exercise.

"Would squats or jumping jacks be better?" I pondered for a while before deciding to do squats next.

Although I wanted to do my usual morning jog and perhaps get some weights to keep my muscles in shape, I couldn't.

The wounds I sustained hadn't fully healed yet, and the doctors prevented me from leaving my room in the infirmary. I was forced to make do with natural calisthenics instead.