Kijani finished and wound down to a careful stop. Now that she was warmed up, she wanted to do more. Carefully, she started to turn cartwheels and backflips on the side of the track, her lean body gracefully twisting and turning.

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Devika shrugged mildly. "Don't worry... *huff* About it, I'm used to losing." Once the torture was over and she'd completed her laps, she bent over, hands to knees, panting for breath. "Ugh... I have really got to do something about this." But she didn't know what. She really didn't know her way around weights or gym equipment, unless you counted a treadmill. "Does this place have personal trainers?" She wiped her forehead with her shirt, revealing her pudgy muffin top.