Speed Training
Tiny Brother VS Big Sister
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
You slept really well that night, filled with pride over your accomplishment. You had never gotten such an approving response from your aunt in your life. And the victory you felt by humiliating your sister? Priceless!
That wasn't all you were filled with while you slept. You had visions of Sophia's beautiful body dancing in your head. They were dreams that would stick with you. Unfortunately, you were shaken from your deep sleep by the excited voice of your trainer.
"Wake up sleepy head! It's time to get back to work!" Kate shouted with a broad smile on her face.
You groggily pulled yourself to your feet and stood at attention. You were ready to go through whatever your trainer asked based on the success of your first month. All thoughts of the punishment you had gone through had been pushed out of your memory.
"Allen this month's project is speed!" Kate continued in enthusiasm. "Now, I'm going to stretch you, but I'm not crazy. I know you're never going to outrun a normal sized person over long distances. So we're going to focus on quick hit, burst speed that can get you out of tight spots," she explained.
Your trainer carefully carried you over to the next room, which she had set up with treadmills, a matchbox car track, and a mat with the design of city streets on it.
"This will be your gym for the next month. I know that after your success with pain tolerance, threatening to squish you if you don't show improvement isn't much of a threat. But you'd be surprised at how many ways I can get you motivated," she said with a giggle before placing you on the mat.
She instructed you to race through the "city" streets, just a couple of blocks, in order to set a baseline time. As she looked over her stopwatch as you caught your breath following your run, she wore a very disappointed look on her face.
"45 seconds Allen? My goodness that's slow! We have a lot of work to do. I intend to get you down to 20 seconds by the end of this month! I'm going to have to pull out all the stops here. Every day you don't show improvement, I'll be picking a rather uncomfortable sleeping arrangement for you," she threatened seriously.
You ran and ran and ran the entire day. As you ran, Kate did as well. She kept herself busy on a nearby treadmill, working up quite a sweat. Finally the day was over and she pulled out her stopwatch again.
"50 seconds! Allen how closely do I need to watch you to make sure you're pushing yourself?!" she seethed.
Clearly angry, Kate pulled her soaking, sweaty sock off and shoved you deep into it before balling it up and shoving it into the toe section of her tennis shoe.
"Sleep tight little guy. You're going to need it tomorrow!" she spit.
You didn't sleep nearly as well this night. The smell was overpowering, it sunk deep into your brain. You didn't have the space to reform, and your body stayed cramped in the small toe section of her shoe all night. When you did slip into unconsciousness, it was a restless, broken sleep.
Kate pulled you out of the shoe the next morning and was greeted with a yawn. She set you up on the matchbox track, thinking a different surface would work a little better. She had a look of all business on her face and watched you closely. As the day wore on, you pushed your hardest, but you didn't feel yourself getting any faster. You could tell that your lack of progress and Kate's inability to get her own workout in was pulling at your trainer's last nerve.
You spent a second restless night in her incredibly smelly sock smashed into the cramped toe section of her shoe. It was much more dry at this point, but the dried sweat may have smelled worse than the fresh scent did. Not to mention the memories you had embedded from your first night stirring up nightmares.
As the routine started off for a third day, Kate looked frazzled. Before she could get started, she was interrupted by the doorbell.
"Get to work," she seethed before turning to leave the room.
At this point, all you wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep right there on the track.
That wasn't all you were filled with while you slept. You had visions of Sophia's beautiful body dancing in your head. They were dreams that would stick with you. Unfortunately, you were shaken from your deep sleep by the excited voice of your trainer.
"Wake up sleepy head! It's time to get back to work!" Kate shouted with a broad smile on her face.
You groggily pulled yourself to your feet and stood at attention. You were ready to go through whatever your trainer asked based on the success of your first month. All thoughts of the punishment you had gone through had been pushed out of your memory.
"Allen this month's project is speed!" Kate continued in enthusiasm. "Now, I'm going to stretch you, but I'm not crazy. I know you're never going to outrun a normal sized person over long distances. So we're going to focus on quick hit, burst speed that can get you out of tight spots," she explained.
Your trainer carefully carried you over to the next room, which she had set up with treadmills, a matchbox car track, and a mat with the design of city streets on it.
"This will be your gym for the next month. I know that after your success with pain tolerance, threatening to squish you if you don't show improvement isn't much of a threat. But you'd be surprised at how many ways I can get you motivated," she said with a giggle before placing you on the mat.
She instructed you to race through the "city" streets, just a couple of blocks, in order to set a baseline time. As she looked over her stopwatch as you caught your breath following your run, she wore a very disappointed look on her face.
"45 seconds Allen? My goodness that's slow! We have a lot of work to do. I intend to get you down to 20 seconds by the end of this month! I'm going to have to pull out all the stops here. Every day you don't show improvement, I'll be picking a rather uncomfortable sleeping arrangement for you," she threatened seriously.
You ran and ran and ran the entire day. As you ran, Kate did as well. She kept herself busy on a nearby treadmill, working up quite a sweat. Finally the day was over and she pulled out her stopwatch again.
"50 seconds! Allen how closely do I need to watch you to make sure you're pushing yourself?!" she seethed.
Clearly angry, Kate pulled her soaking, sweaty sock off and shoved you deep into it before balling it up and shoving it into the toe section of her tennis shoe.
"Sleep tight little guy. You're going to need it tomorrow!" she spit.
You didn't sleep nearly as well this night. The smell was overpowering, it sunk deep into your brain. You didn't have the space to reform, and your body stayed cramped in the small toe section of her shoe all night. When you did slip into unconsciousness, it was a restless, broken sleep.
Kate pulled you out of the shoe the next morning and was greeted with a yawn. She set you up on the matchbox track, thinking a different surface would work a little better. She had a look of all business on her face and watched you closely. As the day wore on, you pushed your hardest, but you didn't feel yourself getting any faster. You could tell that your lack of progress and Kate's inability to get her own workout in was pulling at your trainer's last nerve.
You spent a second restless night in her incredibly smelly sock smashed into the cramped toe section of her shoe. It was much more dry at this point, but the dried sweat may have smelled worse than the fresh scent did. Not to mention the memories you had embedded from your first night stirring up nightmares.
As the routine started off for a third day, Kate looked frazzled. Before she could get started, she was interrupted by the doorbell.
"Get to work," she seethed before turning to leave the room.
At this point, all you wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep right there on the track.
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