Chapter 27 - The Sweet and Bitter Life of an Awakened - IX
"I understand why stretching the way I was doing is pointless."
The moment the energy surged vigorously through my meridians, every fiber of my body awakened. No stretching could ever replace something like this.
But what truly surprised me was how my energy seemed to have a will of its own.
'I'll have to research more about this.'
"Let's start slow and gradually increase the pace to your limit," Lesley explained.
I estimated that the entire training field was about six to eight soccer fields in size. The running track circled the entire underground floor, which should average about three kilometers per lap.
I was also curious about the capabilities of this body. To be honest, I hadn't run since I was eight years old. I spent ten years battling cancer and three years trapped in the mines. It had been exactly thirteen years since I last moved my body vigorously. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach with high expectations.
'How far can I go?'
Lesley gave a positive signal, and we started moving. For the first hundred meters, the pace was a light jog. My body felt fine, with no signs of fatigue, arrhythmia, or breathing issues.
"Let's pick up the pace," Lesley ordered.
The pace doubled, shifting to a rhythmic run. Still, no signs of fatigue or exhaustion in my body.