My lungs screamed, my muscles burned, and I was, quite literally, seeing black spots dance before my eyes like some lame Windows screensaver from 1998.
I glanced at the clock.
No. ****ing. Way. Ninety seconds had passed by already?
It was time for another set.
I grabbed the bar for...
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