Selena hated her morning jogs, but that was the only time of the day she could force herself to work out. And she had been, every day for almost a year now, with one or two cheat days here and there. She mostly didn't do it for looks. Her genes were lucky enough that she'd always been lean without really doing anything for it; but that didn't mean she hadn't felt like she was dying every time she had to climb up stairs. So, after she turned twenty, she decided to change that; now, not even a year later, she could run three miles at a decent pace.
She stripped to take a shower, and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Flexing her arms and legs, she could see the start of muscle that hadn't really been there before. Actually, come to think of it, she liked this part of exercise: not doing them, but the sense of accomplishment she got after finishing a set. It felt good to take a hot shower, feeling her muscles detensing after their workout, stepping out of the shower comfortably tired, wrapped in her fuzzy bathrobe. She then walked into her room to take a look at her phone. She had a text from Mary, her
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