Feel the burn.

Keeping up with aunt Abby is a challenge, as she both lets you go at your own pace and pushes you to your limits.

Pushups, setups, lifting weights, stretching, using every muscle in your arms, legs and torso to go forward.

By the time she's worked up a sweat, you are exhausted and drinking through your seventh bottle of water as she smiles in pride.

"That's my Dougie! I can see your body growing a bit more fit already!" She passes you a towel as you pant, letting the empty bottle on the ground before grabbing it and submerging your face drenched in sweat on it.

"Please tell me... we done." You manage to say.

"Well, I don't want you passing out, so let's call it a day," she assures you with a gentle slap on the back. Your back complains, but you ignore it. "If we keep that working routing, you will be the envy of every boy and girl in school in no time."

"I'll be happy... with going to sleep right now," you admit.

"But it's barely eight in the morning!" She complains. Your glare actually stops her short before conceding, "Well, I may have pushed you too far..."

"My fault for keeping up with you..." You strain to say as you stretch your back; your muscles complain, but if you don't do it properly, the next couple of days are going to be painful.

"Aw, don't be like that, Doug! The fact that you can is impressive. No one else in our family can say the same. Your endurance is admirable," She compliments, biting her lip as she checks you out again.

And she's not the only one, as the few women and girls near the two of you have been doing the same for the past hour. But you're too tired to care.

"Anyway, ready to go to the showers?"