After organizing the area for my strength training and setting up the obstacles for my other exercises, it was finally time to start training.
I could probably create something much better, but there's no time—I need to get strong as soon as possible. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to take advantage of some of the opportunities that require strength in this world.
First, I started with strength training. Since the total weight I could lift was around 10 tons, I began by using only three empty wagons, which together weighed about 9 tons.
I did this because, even though I could lift 10 tons, that wouldn't be ideal for training. For better and more efficient training, I needed a margin so that I could perform the movements correctly.
My workout routine was similar to that of a regular person who goes to the gym. The only difference was that if I made a mistake or couldn't handle the weight, I'd probably be crushed to death.
It was a bit difficult to keep my balance at times due to the lack of proper equipment, but I still managed to do the exercises: leg press, bench press without a bench, cable crossovers using my webs as cables to lift the wagons off the ground, and many others.
I kept going until my body couldn't take it anymore. Collapsing to the ground, completely exhausted, I rested for a while.
When I regained some strength, I headed toward the warehouse where I'd do my second workout.
Inside the shed was my setup for training agility and perception. Several iron poles were stuck into the floor, and various weights were hanging from the ceiling. The weights moved at different speeds thanks to some small devices I built using spare parts.
Before jumping headfirst into training, I tried to memorize the locations of the iron poles and the movements of the weights as much as possible.
I knew this was a futile effort since the devices I built would constantly change the speed of the weights hanging from the ceiling—sometimes fast, sometimes slow. It would be like trying to memorize all possible chess moves, an almost impossible task.
So, I focused on memorizing the location of the iron poles as best I could and gave up trying to remember the movements of the weights.
After committing most of the locations of the iron poles to memory, I put a blindfold over my eyes. Then, I jumped onto one of the lower poles that I had recorded in my mind.
I was ecstatic to have landed on such a small target while blindfolded, but unfortunately, I ended up forgetting about the moving weights.
*Bam!*
"Ugh?!"
"Shit! I was too happy standing on a pole that I forgot about those damn weights!" I said, clutching my stomach where I was hit.
"And why did I put that much weight on those things? Curse you, my past self!"
I was both happy and angry with myself—happy that I had managed to take the first step in my training and angry that I had used such heavy weights for the obstacles attached to the ceiling.
But I was probably just unlucky since not all the obstacles were the same weight. I could have made them all light enough to just knock me off the poles, but when I was building it, I thought the training wouldn't be as efficient, so I ended up increasing the weights.
But there's no excuse. The ultimate goal of training is to move without getting hit by any of them.
So, all I have to do is not get hit by them again, right? I returned to the iron posts I had engraved in my mind and began my training again.
I jumped, still blindfolded, and managed to land on one of the posts. Focusing on my surroundings with my senses, I barely dodged a weight coming toward me and jumped to another pole.
*Bam!*
"Ugh!"
Once again, I was thrown out of the training area by one of the weights moving at high speed.
Lying on the ground, I thought out loud as I cursed my past self again.
"'Just don't get hit?' That's easier said than done, isn't it?! Curse you, my handsome and genius past self!"