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I drop the weights on the floor and heave out a sigh.
The trainers would likely bark at me for being here and overdoing my workouts, but I need to get rid of this tension filling every one of my veins since my altercation with Shayna.
It’s a pattern from my youth. After my dad died, any time my mom would slip into a depressive episode, I used physical exhaustion to clear my head and help me sleep.
Maybe I have my mom’s mental illness to thank for me becoming a professional athlete. Perhaps if I hadn’t had an absentee mother for the majority of my childhood, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Hell, she raised, and I use that word loosely, two professional athletes.
I chuckle at that thought and head over to the treadmills. Cardio usually does the trick. It doesn’t take long befo
