Felice had actually stopped keeping track of how much weight he was lifting around 19 pounds. He had been going for a while, though, and he was getting tired of lifting, so he eventually stopped and put down his weight, glancing briefly at the number before moving to the machine. [i]Tch, doesn't matter. As long as I can do all my normal routines, I'm good.[/i] After a bit, he stopped with the machine as well, having lifted what he thought to be a satisfactory amount. It was more than he had managed with his arms, that much was certain. He paused for a moment to catch his breath before he started running, however, questioning the idea of running directly after exhausting one's legs. [i]...Ah, well. Not my problem if the numbers are inaccurate. I just have to follow for a bit...[/i]