Everything Feels Sore

Every day was leg day.
And arm day.
And core day…
Well, every day held some sort of regiment, and Vatos wasn’t going to skip out on a chance to pump some iron. Every day held a new promise of progress, and if he could get someone to tag along, Vatos saw that as a win. Consus, on the other hand, only decided to tag along in the name of support, but he soon found out that the browbird had other plans for him.
Instead of sitting on the side of a machine to draw or spot Vatos when he was lifting weights, the two ended up doing some stretches before they found themselves on the quarter mile track. With his toned legs, Vatos was quick on his feet to practically fly around the track while Consus was left to jog and be passed up when the browbird circled around again and again.

Eventually, after a mile and a half of endurance, Consus finally found himself at the weight bench to help spot Vatos. Though he seemed to be working through some sort of breathing exercise, the browbird was surprisingly chatty and thanked Consus for coming along - Vatos had figured that not many people wanted to deal with his nearly-daily regiment, but it felt nice to have some kind of work out buddy. Whether they had the same level of endurance or not, Consus smiled and let his friend know that a trip to the gym with a workout buddy of his own wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.
Same time next week?

END. 264 Words.