Michelle shrugs. "If you like, though sadly it wasn't designed with mortals in mind. Can you lift five times your own body weight over your head, run up a wall, or leap ten feet into the air?"
You shake your head.
"Then you might need to resign yourself to not being the resident jock," Michelle says, her tone offering commiseration. After a moment, she nods. "Come on; I'll show you."
You follow her as she leads you around several corners and down a few corridors. Despite the fact that you remember seeing the gym when you were outside—very definitely a separate building—it seems like no time at all and certainly no time outside before your undead guide is pushing open a pair of double doors with the word "GYM" scrawled on them in what you're choosing to assume is red paint.
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