Welcome to Garam Fitness-3

It’s been two weeks since I started exercising.

Thanks to Garam’s solid coaching and my persistence—just kidding.

I’m walking the line between life and death every single day.

Had I ever dreaded tomorrow this much since my military service?

The first two days were bearable. I had some experience with exercise, so even if my body was stiff, it wasn’t hard to get the form right.

Of course, my range of motion was limited because of the fat.

With the single-minded determination to get healthy quickly, I showed an enthusiastic attitude, adding to the exercise knowledge Garam shared or asking questions about things I didn’t understand.

That was my mistake.

It was like hearing Korean in a foreign country. Garam was thrilled to have someone to talk about exercise with after so long.

Like a huge, overgrown dog running to its owner without thinking about its own weight, the intensity of the workouts escalated rapidly, like riding an escalator, from that day on.

Just when I was about to adapt, the intensity would increase.

And it wasn’t a gradual increase. The weight increased, and the sets increased.

“Isn’t increasing it like this too much for my body?”

“Of course. Just increasing the weight recklessly isn’t helpful. It can actually lead to injuries.”

“Then why are you increasing it? It’s 10kg more than yesterday.”

“I think you can handle it, Hana.”

“No, what does that even…”

“Okay, break time’s over.”

“Hey, Garam.”

“Don’t worry. I’m a professional, so you won’t get hurt!”

My heart was hurt. Shit.

But what’s even more annoying is that the exercise is actually working.

I haven’t had any injuries except for muscle soreness.

In short, everything is fine except for the difficulty.

Having gone through several PT trainers, I had to admit it after a week.

Garam is a really capable trainer.

There was one thing that made me realize how great she was, and that was a week and a half after I started exercising.

“Congratulations.”

Around 9 a.m., after arriving at the center, I did the weight measurement, which had become routine.

Ten days after receiving her PT, I had lost 4kg.

“Wow… that’s really fast.”

“It’s because it’s the beginning. You’re eating less for dinner and exercising from the morning, so you can’t help but lose weight. You’ll lose weight well up to about 15kg, and then you’ll hit a plateau.”

She said, recording my weight on the chart.

That day, she gave me a less intense workout as a reward for working hard, and I was able to walk home properly for the first time in a while.

Yeah, I should have just done some computer work and gone to sleep then.

Why… did I order chicken?

I had lost 4kg, so I thought I should reward myself, and ordering chicken was the problem.

When I opened the chicken box containing half seasoned and half fried, there was a glistening chicken.

“This is sex.”

I picked up a fried chicken drumstick and shouted as I took a bite.

Yeah, that’s not sex, you idiot.

Sex or whatever. If I had known I was going to be screwed the next day, I shouldn’t have eaten it.

The next day, Garam looked at my face and said.

“Did you enjoy the chicken??”

“Yes… huh?”

Garam, who had already increased the weight and was squatting with 200kg, put the Barbell on the rack and came to me.

The sweat flowing from her forehead passed her cheeks and chin and headed for her collarbone.

“Hana. You ate chicken, didn’t you?”

I felt murderous intent in her eyes as she stared at me from a distance where I could feel her breath.

Feeling like I would go to the next dimension if I denied it any further, I mouthed and nodded.

“Haa… we’ll have to make up for eating chicken today.”

“H, how much…?”

“You don’t have anything to do anyway, right? You just go home and rest after exercising, right?”

“That’s true.”

“Let’s exercise until dinner for now.”

That day, I regretted not kicking her out of the building.

I was worked like that for two weeks.

Today, after barely finishing Garam’s program, I was sitting at the center’s information desk, repairing my worn-out body and eroded mind.

-Slurp, slurp

With an iced Americano in one hand.

I was told that drinks without milk or syrup were okay, so I could drink Americano.

The fitness center was still empty, but Garam was busy.

She went out to put up flyers from time to time.

She swept and cleaned the center in the morning, afternoon, and evening.

She also inspected the machines in the center once a week.

The machines themselves were old, so there seemed to be a limit to the maintenance, but she was doing her best in the given environment.

Usually, after finishing exercising, I would sit in the center for 4-5 hours and then go in, but I had nothing to do outside, and I felt lonely at home, so I ended up staying at the center.

I could often chat with Garam, so I had no choice but to choose this option.

I talked to her to relieve my loneliness, and she would listen to my stories and occasionally ask me about money management.

“How can I make as much money as you, Hana?”

“Well… you need a little luck, right?”

I was a little embarrassed that she asked such a question without hesitation.

Once, when she told me that it was difficult to run a gym and asked me for advice, I couldn’t answer her right away, so I looked up various things at home and told her the next day.

I don’t know if my clumsy advice was a big deal to her, but she bent her back 90 degrees and thanked me.

“I should go soon.”

Garam, who went out to put up flyers, was late today. I threw the Americano in the trash and got up.

It’s already 4 p.m. I should walk home, rest a bit, cook dinner, and go to sleep.

“What show should I watch today?”

These days, I’ve been watching comprehensive game broadcasts on Oceania TV. It’s perfect to leave on like a radio, and I fall asleep quickly when I turn on the broadcast and lie in bed.

As I muttered to myself and left the building, my phone vibrated.

“Is it Ho-cheol?”

I wondered if Ho-cheol, who was on vacation – I gave him a vacation, and he thanked me while crying – had sent me a text, so I opened it and found that I had received a message from an unexpected person.

-Yuna: Oppa, do you have time?