First workout

John, Jean's old personal trainer, rubbed his temples. Changing jobs was always a hassle. Especially with Susan. John was old school, notebooks full of workouts, everything on paper. She wanted it on a spreadsheet on a computer. Transcribing every workout was annoying, but he was being paid to do it all, so he went forward. He reached the last of his clients. Joan and Jean.

Rubbing his tired eyes, he wrote down Joan's workouts. Titling the page 'Jean', he moved onto Jean's workouts, titling that page 'Joan'. Not realizing his error, he did a once over, smiled, and sent it off to Susan.

He always liked Jean and Joan. Jean was skinny, sure, but put in the effort. Joan was a fit girl, and so her workout schedule adapted to that. He wished them both the best

Jean wore the pair of sweatpants John had given him, alongside the sweatshirt. Couldn't just not wear free clothes. Susan gave him a thumbs up from across the gym, and the two began to converse, then begin Joan's routine. Jean, not one to question a personal trainer, did the squats, hip thrusts, light weight, and every workout asked of him. By the end, he was sitting on the ground, covered in sweat and panting.

"Right. Hop onto the bike." Susan said, beginning a cycle of biking, then air squats, more biking, then more workouts, then more workout. His clothes were dripping with sweat by the end, and he found it hard to even talk to Susan after their first session.

"Are you interested in tracking calories? Super important for progress." Susan asked Jean.

"Su-sure." Jean replied.

Thus began a long conversation about his eating, and by the end, Susan had given him a website and other things to help him with the process. She had parting words for him.

"You need to eat more. Eating one meal a day isn't enough. 3 at the least." Susan said, and Jean nodded.

After a grocery run, then shower and lunch, Jean hopped onto streaming, wearing another of the sweatpants and sweatshirt he'd gotten. The first hour had been as dead as the day prior, but for some reason, everything started picking up. Nothing miraculous, truly, but 25 viewers, with 10 of them subscribing! When someone had knocked on his door, he'd gotten up and left his camera running, talking to the delivery person.

Wrong address. His chat thought it was hilarious, and told him to take the package. By the end of the 4 hours, he'd gotten 50 viewers, with 15 subscribing! Amazing!

He went to bed with a smile on his face.