The golden sun rose from its slumber, the warm light welcoming the Spanish donna as she took her twelfth lap around the yard. Her porcelain skin glistened with sweat, her breaths laboured, and her muscles were sore. But she had come to enjoy it all over the past three years. She had come to understand what they meant by 'pain is gain'.
She remembered how she was not even capable of going three laps. Her endurance levels had heightened greatly. But not only that, she was stronger, faster, and more determined.
Above all, she was proud of herself.
After her morning exercise, she walked into the kitchen to find her phone ringing. She picked it up, the name on her phone putting a small smile on her face.
It was her father.
