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Six Million Dollar Man
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"No. You just had results. I want to take on the level of training you were on. It may sound extreme to start off with, but I'm willing to take a risk to build myself up sooner…"
The drive thankfully had been short, a mere twelve minutes of music turned up high enough that no one could say a word or two to start chatting, though the wind felt great that day with the killer heat beating down on the metal box they rode in that baked them like a kid with a magnifying glass and an innocent ant-hill. at the restaurant, he had sat down to take up his own menu, already picking out a drink, a vanilla-chocolate mixed milkshake, followed by his looking over the list of pastas and such, taking a bit longer to decide for sure...
"I mean, I want to train intensely. And you…you looked like you did tons of that sort of thing." He continued, a waiter arriving to take their menus, Nash telling him his choice of drink and that he needed another minute or so, as the man turned to begin talking to Castin about what she'd like to have. What would Castin say for him requesting such demanding training? Would she go the obvious route and call him nuts for wanting to go through difficult levels of exercise so immediately, rather than waiting and building himself up slowly? Maybe she'd actually be impressed that someone wanted to go that extra mile and get right to it. Or she would just give some impossible physical task on to him and see if he'd break or not, outwardly indifferent about it all?...
"Couple friends said I was trying to kill my body, but I just want something that'll really push me to break my limits…"
The drive thankfully had been short, a mere twelve minutes of music turned up high enough that no one could say a word or two to start chatting, though the wind felt great that day with the killer heat beating down on the metal box they rode in that baked them like a kid with a magnifying glass and an innocent ant-hill. at the restaurant, he had sat down to take up his own menu, already picking out a drink, a vanilla-chocolate mixed milkshake, followed by his looking over the list of pastas and such, taking a bit longer to decide for sure...
"I mean, I want to train intensely. And you…you looked like you did tons of that sort of thing." He continued, a waiter arriving to take their menus, Nash telling him his choice of drink and that he needed another minute or so, as the man turned to begin talking to Castin about what she'd like to have. What would Castin say for him requesting such demanding training? Would she go the obvious route and call him nuts for wanting to go through difficult levels of exercise so immediately, rather than waiting and building himself up slowly? Maybe she'd actually be impressed that someone wanted to go that extra mile and get right to it. Or she would just give some impossible physical task on to him and see if he'd break or not, outwardly indifferent about it all?...
"Couple friends said I was trying to kill my body, but I just want something that'll really push me to break my limits…"