Sarah showered, washed her face, changed and pulled her long, curly red hair into a ponytail. She glanced at the time. 6:50. She looked around for her Iris bag before remembering she had left it next to her alarm clock last night. She pulled out her notebook and double checked where she was supposed to meet Terrace in 10 minutes. After confirmation, she put her notebook back.
After a few moments, she picked up the purple pen and stored it inside of the notebook as well. You never know when you might need to take notes.
She reached for the doorknob when she realized her hand was occupied by the Iris bag. She glanced around for a solution. She would need something that would keep the Iris bag close to her but be out of the way when she was doing something but to permit easy access when trying to get something out of it.
Then, she had a lightbulb worthy idea. She was wearing a purple sweater and jeans, paired with black booties on her feet, and silver dangling earrings. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a slim, black leather belt. She looped it three fourths of the way through when she grabbed the Iris bag off the table where she had temporarily set it on and lopped the drawings through it. She weaved the belt into the last hoop and buckled it. She walked around to test it.
The bag bounced off of her thigh with every step, it was both annoying and likely to catch on something. She unbuckled her belt and took the Iris bag off.
She wrapped each drawstring around her hands to create 6 circles. She added the bag back onto her belt and tried it out. She walked around and the bag no longer had much room to move about. But now, there was another issue.
She had no idea what strings to pull to open the bag.
She walked up to her desk and pulled open a drawer to see if she could to find anything there. Inside, there were markers, paint, colored pencils, paper, crayons, glitter, stickers, ribbon and many more things. She felt like she was looking into her little sister's craft box. She grabbed a gold colored marker and drew slim lines onto her rope-drawstring. You wouldn't even notice it if you were not looking for it. When she was done, she had drawn 2 lines that wrapped around the bottoms of two strands, marking what ones she needed to pull if she wanted to close the bag.
She threw the maker back into the drawer and rushed out the door.
At 7:00 sharp, Sarah was standing in the circle of chairs where they had gathered the day before. Terrance walked up to her, a clipboard and pen in his hands. He wasted no time and started the day off by saying, "Today will be a very important day. You will start the day off by exercising. You will need to have physical muscle if you are to survive as a demigod. Follow me to the exercising area." Terrance turned around and began to walk, not even looking to see if Sarah was following.
Sarah stumbled as she ran after him. One could easily become lost in the room. The room itself was probably just as big as the ballroom that she had been in the night before. How in the world did they manage to hide that within the depths of a castle? Were the royal family even aware of its existence? Other than the fact that the door was beautifully carved, it had looked like an ordinary cleaning closet where they would hold all or their cleaning supplies. But instead of what you would assume to be there, it actually held things that people would only dream of. Things that were believed as myths and legends.
Terrance led her to yet another area enclosed by glass. Inside, there were all kinds of exercising equipment. There were the usual treadmills, bikes and weights. But, this space also held things that one would never see in an ordinary gym. Things like spinning logs that you had to run across. Things like an obstacle course that you would be chased by an enormous, fluffy rock. Things like horse riding. Things like lifting tons at a time with your bare hands. This was not an ordinary gym.
How would you even ride a horse in here anyways?!
The first thing that Terrance walked over to was the treadmill. He hooked Sarah onto some wires and he began her at level one, walking pace. He had her walking for about a minute, she was still breathing normally and seems like there was no challenge. He turned it up to level two. She was still at a walking speed, but it was a tiny bit faster than before, she was more speed walking now. The biggest difference was that the front of the treadmill had inclined, simulating Sarah walking up a hill. Still, she was perfectly fine.
He clicked a button and she was at level three. She was now going at that awkward speed. One that was too fast for walking but then to slow for running. She decided to speed walk but take large steps to compromise.
After she was still doing fine, Terrance bumped up the speed to level four. Sarah was jogging now. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, her breathing barely changed and she hardly sweat. Her gym teacher had always praised her for her speed and stamina, she could jog for 5 minutes in very hot weather before she would have begun to sweat even a little bit.
When Sarah had barely had any change, Terrance cocked an eyebrow, and leveled it to 5. She was still jogging, but slightly faster. At level 3, the treadmill had gone back down to normal, but now, at level 5, it came back up. Sarah's breathing had turned into slightly longer breaths of air each time, but it was hardly noticeable.