By the time an hour had passed, both Latrell and Steve were flat on their backs, sucking in deep breaths of air to recover. Ken on the other hand was standing upright, pacing back and forth to cool down his muscles.
While he was covered in sweat, his breathing was only a little uneven.
"Nice work guys. Tomorrow we'll go a little harder okay?" He said, only to receive frightened gazes from the two in response.
Ken wore his evil grin, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You'll be fine, just eat plenty of protein and carbohydrates. Make sure you get 8 hours of sleep and your body will do the rest."
He sounded like a drill instructor, without a hint of sympathy in his tone at all. However, the fact that he was also doing the same training without complaining, made it a lot easier to digest.
If he were just an instructor, both Latrell and Steve probably would have cursed him out to his face long ago and left.
