Stas took a deep breath, stretching his arms overhead. His shoulders burned slightly from yesterday's session, but the adrenaline was already beginning to mask it.
On nineteen, his left leg cramped violently. He nearly buckled, but he shifted his weight to his right side, roaring as he hauled the bands down with pure, unadulterated willpower. Stas - FitCasting
He reached up. The bands were now incredibly stiff, requiring his entire body weight to move. He threw himself into the first pull. His muscles locked for a fraction of a second before the resistance gave way. Stas took a deep breath, stretching his arms overhead
"Core stabilized," the system voice announced calmly. "Workout complete. Great job, team." He nearly buckled, but he shifted his weight
He tapped his temple, activating his own visual overlay. Instantly, the grey warehouse walls dissolved. He was standing on a metal grating above a river of molten orange steel. Sparks flew around him. "Let's go," Stas whispered to himself. The countdown hit zero.
Stas pulled on his own gear. The haptic rig was a web of black straps crossing over his broad chest and shoulders, lined with sensors that read muscle fiber tension, sweat rate, and cardiovascular stress. He checked the monitor on the wall. The digital lobby was already filling up. Five thousand users logged in. Ten thousand. Fifteen thousand.
Stas was a trainer by trade, but his life had been consumed by a new phenomenon: FitCasting.