Arena

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You decided to make your way to the arena. When you arrived the large olympic sized colosseum was devoid of any life. You gazed out over the giant field. The running track surrounded it. It's entire circumference was 1/6th of a mile.

In the center stood a touch rugby pitch. You remember the countless nights with your fellow classmates that was spent there. Each year, except this one, you all would form two teams and compete against each other. Your team always managed to win.

You had a full hour to burn so you started your morning routine as you always do with a brisk 30 minute jog. You managed to maintain your average pace of 1 minute a lap. By the end you had ran 10 miles and was quite thirsty.

You made your way to one of the water coolers they keep along the track. After satisfying your need for hydration you made your way to the adjoining gymnasium.

As you entered the gymnasium you were greeted by row after row of weights and machines of all varieties. You worked your way down you favorite row and by the end you were exhausted. You stop and take a moment to grab a couple of protein bars and start munch on them.

After you shower, you take a moment to check out your amazing muscles in the mirror admiring the pain that comes with ensuring your good physique. As you are leaving you notice the students are starting to pour into the arena.

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Notes:

• You are a glutton for self-punishment aren't you?! Fine, take the trait masochist.

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