We awoke the next morning at our usual time, and as we had been doing for a couple weeks then, headed down to the gym. Some people must have found routines boring or crushing, but to me, it was comforting. Our early morning and nighttime routines are the ways we were able to spend time with one another, and I hoped that it never got old.
It was that morning that I finally managed to get my mile run down into just under ten minutes. When I stepped off the treadmill, I was out of breath, but smiling ear to ear. Roman held a hand up and I slapped it for a high five.
"Look at you, already making progress," Roman complimented. "I think it took me like three months to even shave a minute off my time. You shaved off two in just a couple weeks."
"I think I was just that out of shape," I laughed through the heavy breathing.
