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Rodin worked out for longer than usual the following morning. The nightmare had left him feeling drained, and the exercises were a struggle, but he pushed through them.
He was used to aching muscles. He could force them to summon up a last bit of strength. But this was different. His limbs felt like they belonged to someone else. He had to constantly focus to keep them in line.
He could not skimp. He would not break his routine unless there was good reason. He needed his body to be the best it could be, and that meant discipline.
Not like Mallos was doing. Aiming high was one thing, but you needed the groundwork. Without that, you’d fall. Big style.
Rodin had heard of a theory; ‘survival of the fittest’. He’d read up on it, and was not too surprised that it was initially co
