Stas smiled faintly, closing his eyes. His body was exhausted, broken, and ready for a long recovery. But as the adrenaline began to subside, leaving a profound sense of accomplishment in its wake, he knew he would be back in the grid tomorrow at 5:30 AM. The world was waiting for him to pull.
He tapped his temple, activating his own visual overlay. Instantly, the grey warehouse walls dissolved. He was standing on a metal grating above a river of molten orange steel. Sparks flew around him. "Let's go," Stas whispered to himself. The countdown hit zero. Stas - FitCasting
A notification chimed. It was a flood of messages from users all over the world. Thanks for pulling us through, Stas. I didn't think I could do that 15th rep. Best cast yet. Stas smiled faintly, closing his eyes
He approached the center of the room where the rigging hung. Six heavy, black elastic bands dangled from the high steel beams. He stepped into the sensor grid marked on the floor, and the automated cameras came to life, whirring softly as they tracked his frame. The world was waiting for him to pull
On nineteen, his left leg cramped violently. He nearly buckled, but he shifted his weight to his right side, roaring as he hauled the bands down with pure, unadulterated willpower.
He reached up. The bands were now incredibly stiff, requiring his entire body weight to move. He threw himself into the first pull. His muscles locked for a fraction of a second before the resistance gave way.
By the tenth rep, Stas felt a sharp, dangerous twinge in his lower back. His form was slipping. His heart rate monitor began to flash red, warning him that he was crossing into his anaerobic ceiling.