I looked up at him through sweat-stung eyes, trying to process what he'd just said.
Warm-up.
Eleven rounds of increasingly brutal bodyweight exercises that had reduced me to a quivering mass of overworked muscle tissue, and he was calling it a warm-up. The actual training hadn't even started yet.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The words came out between gasps for air. "That was just the warm-up?"
"Elementary level warm-up, actually. Elite Ten members usually do this routine as a cool-down after their real workouts." Vale stood up and walked over to another section of equipment that looked even more intimidating than what we'd been using. "But don't worry, we'll build up to their level gradually. Maybe in a few months you'll be able to handle intermediate training."
A few months.
To handle intermediate training.
After what I'd just experienced was apparently elementary level preparation for the actual workout.
