I need to work on my sprints

"I need to work on my sprints, Mistress," you answer.

"Very well, my dear," Rita nods.

She releases you from the stall, and you are taken to the training area at the center of the cargo hold. You stand idle on the start line of the makeshift racetrack, patient, as your guide robot, being the little flying sphere it is, gets attached to the harness around your waist. Then you finally hear Rita whistle, urging you to start.

Run.

You keep running just fine. Everything seems alright for now.

Run.

You keep running, but you stumble. Luckily you are able to keep your balance.

Run.

You keep running just fine. Everything seems alright for now.

Run.

You keep running, but you stumble. Luckily you are able to keep your balance.

Run.

You keep running, but you stumble. This time you almost fall face flat on the floor. Your guide robot being the only thing that saves you.

"You have five minutes to rest. Then we continue," Rita says, once she signaled you to stop.

And you spend the entire day practicing as ordered.