My muscles informed me they did not want to go through any more exercise today. So I suggest that maybe he should let me off this time. He laughed, and I'm pretty sure it was at me...not with me.<br /> "Why is that funny?"<br /> "Oh," he said, his smile dropping. "You were serious."<br />"Of course I was! Look, I've technically been awake for two days. Why do we have to start this training now? Let me go to bed." I whined. "It's just one hour."<br /><br />"How do you feel right now?"<br />"I hurt like hell."<br />"You'll feel worse tomorrow."<br />"So?"<br />"So, better get a jump on it while you still feel...not as bad."<br />"What kind of logic is that?" I retorted.