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“You did great today,” Rhett said, ending our session.
I let my body slowly crumple to the floor. I spread my body on the cool floor and tried to catch my breath. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and my lungs ached. Rhett was a tough teacher. He didn’t push me to do something that was past my limits, but he pushed me to the edge, insisting I could handle it. He had been right, but now my muscles tensed in protest.
“If you say so,” I muttered. We had only done a series of stretches and strength workouts before Rhett called it. We hadn’t even gotten into any sort of self-defense, because I was too worn out from the squats, lunges, burpees, and whatever else he threw my way.
“I know it doesn’t feel like it, but it will get easier. Make sure you drink plenty of water and stretch
