Chapter 9 : Training [2]
He recalls his life how he used to live in his apartment drinking beer on holidays because no one is there to take care of him.
Both his parents passed away, his wife divorce him and marry a rich guy .
Those memories fuel him to keep his focuses on the on completing task .
But he keep running when his sufferings to breath , his legs are feeling numb but he gritted his teeth to complete to the task.
He slow down now he more like walk hardly as he keeping one step... another step...again step .
One step by step he force to complete with sheer will power.
Finally he passes the imaginary finish line and he directly falls upon the grass, shaking his chest as rapidly breathing as his body is in low oxygen.[1] . He is lying there and it seems like forever, gasping and dizzy as his blood pressure and heart rate drop suddenly from overexertion .
Then,he open the system panel to check his task, if it show complete or not .
Ding~
[Task 1: Run 1 kilometer (Complete)]
[A little experience is granted to Stamina.]
He did it. This is the worst one kilometer run of his two lives.
He picks himself up slowly and painfully. The mission's not over.
He goes to an isolated place under a large banyan tree and falls on the ground to perform the push-ups.
His legs are too feeble, as it constantly shaking . He count four till his body collapses, breast to the ground.
He takes a minute, screaming with his arms, then he can get three. It's a pathetic show. He needs to do them in batches of four, three, three, two, and then six tormenting push-ups alone, each a massive struggle, until he reaches twenty.
[Task 2: 20 push-ups (Complete)]
[Host body is healing minor injury]
The sit-ups were equally painful. His abdominal muscles were practically non-existent and he was obliged to fasten his legs beneath a low root of the banyan in order to make the initial few.
Every sit-up was a spasmodic, stilted movement that caused him pain in his stomach. But he completed them, and his body was an entire symphony of pains.
[Task 3: 30 sit-ups (Complete)]
[Finished daily routine of the building up the foundation of a Champion.]
[Progress: Day 1/7.]
[Next mission will update tomorrow ]
Raghav was lying on his back with all his muscles trembling with fatigue. The sunrise was putting the clouds in pink and gold strokes.
He had never been so shattered, and so completely that getting is now painful for him.
Going home was now as he take step by step walk in hell flame and each movement of his muscles was a new torture for him at this moment.
He move slowly and carefully in order to avoid being heard or noticed by anyone as he enter his house.
He directly went take bathed as his mother begin her morning prayers. He sat with a stiffness at the breakfast table attempting to conceal his feelings.
"Is everything well with my son? "his mother asked in a worried look as she had noticed my strange behaviour today.
"You look pale...today."
"Tired, Maa[2], very tired," he mumbled, and pick a paratha from the hotcase to his plate to eat.
"Eat fast and go dress yourself for school"His mother said to him.
'School day was one kind of torture.'
He replied " Yes".
After eating he went to his room to dress up well in his school uniform, he also organised his books for the day as per class time table.
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By 8:30 Am he reach school.
He entered his class 8 ,' all students are busy in gossiping , where girls are taking about someone marriage ceremony as they discussing on what to wear.'
'As for the boys...lets forget them as their all talks on based Shaktiman topic. Yeah it is a popular Tv Fantasy show of a superhero. His power are similar to superman but not same.'
He walk to the last bench to take his sit.He had a soreness that was deep and lingering. The hard wooden bench was a punishment on its own.
But today was his handwriting was shaky because of his muscles pain.
But with the mist of physical suffering his intellect was clearer than ever. He was aware that he would have to fulfill his promise that he had never said to his father.
He never doodled in the back of his notebook in mathematics class, which was a subject he had never excelled at but today he is listening the teacher explaintion .
The older half of himself comprehended the logic of algebra as the 12 year old never did.
' why can't I.... because I graduate from Indian Institute Of Technology Delhi (IIT Delhi) and if I could not then shame on me '
He can fully understand the squares and cube roots, and geometry. Raghav also lifted his hand when the teacher asked a tricky question which the class was unable to answer, and he responded with the answer in his mind. He talked as his description clear and brief.
All the rest of the classmate and the teacher gazed at him in amazed silence.
The remaining class went in the same manner. He was active and attentive, taking in information not because he was force to do so, but because he now knew the value of it.
This, also, was a part of the training for him now became when he will be a start cricket then nobody will criticism him upon his education..so sure grades matter for past life or now.
By the end of school, Abhinav was there holding a tennis ball.
"Ready for a match? I have a new delivery gimmick to demonstrate to you."
Raghav, who would have leaped at thus opportunity but today he shook his head.
"I can't play today, Abhi....there are lots of homework to do...so next time will play."
Abhinav gazed were giving him very puzzle look and said. "Homework? You? Are you sick?"
He make for forward to check head if I have fever but when his hand about to reach my head , I slap side his hand .
"Just need some rest today...that all", Raghav said, and his sore body made a decision.
"Ok then.... see you tomorrow...bye." Ahbi didn't enquired futher as he can see that Raghav was not well by looking at his expression.
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Finally he came home by a riksha because today his body has not in a good position to walk home back.
By evening his mother bring a bucket of hot water to shoke his feet and hand which make his muscles relief much better.
At night, he would eventually get into bed after finish his school homework and eat a meal that cook for him by his mother special by looking at his condition.
And lastly she gave him hot haldi milk to drink.[3]but he didn't like favor and his mother force him to drink it.
His body was a concert of extreme physical or mental suffering he went through.
He lie down on his bed and before going to sleep, he brought up the system interface one more time.
[Mission: Building up the foundation for a Sportsman.]
[ Progress: Day 1/7 Complete.]
Seeing the progress of the first made him happy,he had satisfaction smile on his face .
After few seconds he closed his system pannel and also closed his eyes to sleep. His mind went to dreamless sleep rest of utter fatigue that has to overcome by his body and he had six more days to perform the same task.
(To be Continue)
[1] Insufficient oxygen can cause shortness of breath, a feeling that your lungs and heart cannot keep up with the demands of the activity.
[2] Mother
[3] Turmeric milk: boosting the immune system, improving digestion, and promoting heart and brain health. I