95 White and black

"Five… four… three… two…" Heaven panted for air as she slowed down her pace, holding on to the handle of the treadmill. "One. Goodness. This is killing me."

She rested both her arms on the handle, catching up for air. She looked up at the screen, seeing she had only jogged for fifteen minutes straight and her lungs were already giving up. Just as she thought, this body was out of shape. 

"It's not that surprising, though," she mumbled, straightening her back as she reached for the bottled water. Heaven gulped down half of it in one go, hissing in satisfaction.

Her heart was still racing and her body temperature was almost as if she had a fever. After spending the entire morning and lunch with her son, Heaven hit the gym at home when Sebastian took his afternoon nap.

"Ah, gosh." Heaven snapped her eyes and shook her head, telling herself she needed to progress as soon as possible.