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[b]Physical Education[/b][/center]

Armoury, for better or for worse, for me having [i]done[/i] better or worse within it, had finally passed. A class could only go on for so long, and no matter how stretched out it may have felt with me puzzling over every little nuance and concept I was looking to draft onto paper and later apply in creation, it wasn't any different.

Before time, all things shall pass.

Next up: Physical Education.

P.E.

Gym!

Yeah.

Knowing my interests, this may come as a bit of a surprise— nobody expects a near-miss of a NEET, an internet culture obsessed almost-washout highschooler, and someone only a handful of months removed from being on the fast track to failure—

That isn't the resume of someone you'd associate as having a positive outlook on going to the gym, not even remotely. I wouldn't even be surprised, let alone upset, if me enjoying working out was a bit of a shock to someone— a small dweeb like me in the gym runs counter to most expectations.

But, I had to cram multiple years of training into less than one, and nobody manages to get through that without learning to feel at home in the weight room, track, or ring. 

Before time, all things shall pass, indeed.

It wasn't too terrible of a walk. Like every campus gymnasium, the exercise areas were a bit out of the way, true, but it was manageable enough that I had ample time in the passing period to get from point A to point B.

I did have to wonder, though, whether or not we were going to have another "hands-off" sort of day. If that were the case, I'd invariably migrate to the weights— It being a Tuesday, generalized strength work was in the cards for me.

Well, I guess I'd have to take what comes at me first and foremost.

I entered the hall, and took my usual place.