Andrés Muy Cansado De Correr Novels & Stories

He tiredly ran his fingers through his hair and replied, "It's fine. I know how much a pain Rafael can be when he gets sick. He doesn't usually get sick because of how strong he is, but every once in a while, he'll work himself to the point of over-exhaustion, where he just completely collapses like this. Although, I haven't seen him this bad in quite some years already." I fidgeted with my fingers. "I-I t-think i-it's because h-he's been w-working extra l-lately. He's b-been k-kind of t-tired a-all w-week, b-but he a-always d-denies it w-when I ask."

I gave him pleading eyes, but he ignored it. “Nope, that isn’t going to work on me, Andrea. Get on with your training now.” He ordered. “Yes, sir.” **** AN HOUR OR SO LATER. I gasped like a fish in need of water as soon as I was done with my squats, I hadn’t done my run yet, and I was this exhausted. “You need to finish your training Andrea, so get up and complete that run,” Fred ordered, gazing at me as I lay down on the ground, still breathing tiredly.

She felt like every ounce of energy had been drained by this man, her eyelids heavy, as though her entire body had been exhausted. “Candice, let’s come back next week.” Charlie flashed a charming smile. Candice weakly waved her hand. “No, no more. I’m not coming back.” She was only human and couldn’t endure so many rounds of… this. While it was enjoyable, her physical limits had been tested. “You don’t exercise enough, that’s why. Tonight, we’ll go for a night run.” “...” Run? She could barely walk without feeling exhausted. Candice ignored him, turning her body toward the window, closing her eyes and mumbling, “I’m going to rest tonight. I still have work tomorrow.”

My feet are numb. I feel so tired, and I'm bruised all over. I've been running for more than an hour, but it seems that this forest has no end. Where am I? It's dark and dense. I wanted to rest but a voice inside me echoed in my ears to keep on running. But why? Why do I have to run?

I am not yet ready to tell her everything because everytime I think of Kalex did say yesterday feels so awkward. Who wouldn’t feel awkward when someone just said to you that you were his adrenaline? Gross! Yuck! It gives creeps the hell outa me. “PREEEEEESSSSSSSLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY!” Zaina shouted at the top of her lungs. “Fifty!” I shouted back and slammed myself on the ground after my last lapses of running. I breathe heavily, sweats dripping down coming from my forehead and now my whole body. Tiredness wraps me and I just wanna rest the whole day. My body was aching and my feet surely lose its stamina to move along.

He signaled me to try again, and again, he dodged it swiftly. It should be an hour now, I thought. I was sweating profusely, my arms felt numb and I couldn't move them anymore. The clouds were getting darker. “Timeout…timeout” my breath was ragged, I fell down to the bare ground to catch my breath. I looked at Andrés and he didn't even break a sweat. “How…how are you okay?” I asked between breaths. “Years of practice. And you made it so easy for me.” “I tried my best.”

Caramel "Where the hell are you going to again?" I groaned, sat up on the bed. "I'm just tired and I want to go for a walk or jog around." He stretched his arms, settled into his sweat pants and placed a head phone around his neck. "So, if you're tired, is it a walk or a jog that'll not make you tired again?" I raised my eyebrow at him to express how dumb he sounded. "Well, I… er… well… I…" he stuttered, scratching the back of his head suspiciously.

And Adrian lied to me. I ran and ran until I couldn't feel my legs anymore, then I sat on the bare floor to catch my breath. *****

Kira Coffee. I’ve been up since just after 5am. I went for another hard run, even after yesterday afternoon’s half marathon. I’m sore, and my head slightly hurts. But with tired muscles, I fall asleep at night without the itch. Running keeps my mind at ease and the booze at bay. And it seems to be working, despite the three pairs of sneakers I’ve already worn out.

So fucking close. But one accident ruined it all. That dream of mine was stolen from me. And now, it would always remain just that. A dream. It always hit harder after a long, hard run. Andrei made me train especially hard today. He knew that I took it easy when I wasn't at the palace, and this was his way of getting me to make up for it. I could barely finish one mile and my leg started aching. It made me feel pathetic. Haunted brown eyes stared back at me. What the hell have you done to yourself?