Unfamiliar exercise

There is a brief pause in messages. You get up and put on some socks and your street shoes before checking the chat room again.

k: the husband and i are going to a concert tomorrow night so probably no communication from me
k: but don't let that stop you if you have anything else to tell me
k: or show me
s: what would i tell you? what would you want to know?
k: i don't have any idea what goes on in that head of yours, knee-sucker
k: so let's start with what turns you on
s: that could be practically anything
k: how very open minded of you. let's put the cutoff at erection-worthy then
k: if you get hard i want to hear about why or what prompted it
k: and if you touch i want to see
s: there's not always a good reason, and it's not even always sexual
k: even better. i don't care if you kink off watching paint dry, report everything
s: yes maam
k: oh hell no. you are forbidden from using that word
k: you know what? drop and give me twenty
s: pushups?
k: what else? chop chop

You put the phone down, then kneel down on the floor. You haven't done a pushup since high school, but it's not exactly a difficult motion to remember. You get down on hands and knees, planting your hands under your shoulders, then stretch your legs out behind you until your back is straight. You lower your body until your nose touches the floor, then push it back up. For some reason you thought it would be more difficult, but it feels fine. As you dip again and push up a second time, you feel it more in your back, which is tightening. After three more pushups, your arms are trembling. Only five? you think to yourself. I have to be able to do more than five. You lower again and push back up, taking twice as long to ascend as on the previous rep. Six. You lower again, and pushing up this time the trembling has spread throughout your body. Seven. Down once again, and then back up, slowly, straining and battling for every inch until you lock out. Eight. You lower to the floor again, and push your hardest to rise ... but your arms just don't respond. You collapse to the floor, and your arms feel like jelly. After a long moment, you turn your head to the side, and look at your phone. Kate has posted a question, and you feebly enter your response.

k: how many can you actually do?
s: 8
k: proper pushups?
s: yes
k: that's not so bad. they'll get easier. i commute your sentence to time served
k: anyway, my cardio time is done. can't dawdle too long or the husband will start to wonder. til later
s: later

You turn off the phone and slide it in to your pocket, then push up onto hands and knees and finally to your feet. Your arms are still tired, but at least can perform that much work. Grabbing your key off the desk, you walk out of the room, then down the hall and stairwell to the ground floor, and locate signage that indicates the direction to an Exercise Room. A few hallways later, and you enter the room with your key. Inside are several treadmills and an elliptical with TV screens in front of them on one side of the room, and floor mats and weights on the other. It is totally unoccupied.

I wonder how badly I can screw this up, you think to yourself, stepping on to a treadmill. Should be easy, right? Warm up, maintain elevated heart rate, cool down. Thankfully, the machine is clearly enough labeled. You place a little magnet hanging from a string on a marked depression and the display turns on. Pressing the plus button next to the rabbit starts the belt turning, and you walk on it. The rate starts comically slow, so you raise it up to a 2.0 pace, which seems more appropriate. I wonder how long I'm supposed to warm up. There is a remote for the television, so you turn it on and find something distracting that is at least somewhat comprehensible through the lack of sound and spotty closed captioning. After a couple of minutes of walking, you double the rate to 4.0, just fast enough so that you're actually jogging and not just walking.

You are not completely incapable of moving your body, just unused to doing it. Certainly, your heart rate elevates quickly enough, and you continue the slow jog a stich develops in your side that is too sharp to ignore. You drop the pace back to 2.0, and walk until the stitch is gone and your breath is not quite so wild. Raising back up to 4.0, you jog again until you no longer feel you can. You continue this cycle, the jogging segments growing shorter and the walking segments growing longer as you go, well beyond the point where you are completely drenched in sweat, until you are only jogging for thirty seconds before slowing back to a walk. The hour long episode of the house-touring show you have watched the entirety of ends, and you decide that that's good enough. A glance at the clock on the wall confirms it's 10 PM anyway. You cannot remember feeling so exhausted as you do now. Cool down, though, right? You slow the pace down to 1.0, and walk until your breath is nearly normal, which takes another ten minutes.

You stagger up to your room and walk straight to the bed, which you fall on heavily. You kick off your shoes and plug in your phone, and then ...

... you wake up to the sound of your phone alarm. Rubbing your eyes, you look around and see that you did just sleep through the night in that seeming instant.

You have 3 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus and Old Habits Die Hard (2). Desire levels: Kate +0, Rachel -1.

Describe the day's sales pitch, rolling +hot (+3: +3 hot) to determine how well you come off and how effective it will be.