Can you write a training montage?

I opened my eyes. A brand new day of grueling apocalypse training. But you know what? I'm not alone anymore! Yesterday I convinced Jon to join me in my training regime. Even more good news is that the cable machines should come over today or tomorrow meaning that soon I can finally start my real death march.

I get up, put on the signature training montage tank-top, kick Jon out of the couch, eat a bowl of greek yoghurt with granola and microwaved frozen berries, get in the shower, brush my teeth and finally I wait by the door until Jon comes. We go for a quick warm up jog, some interval running and finish off with some light stretching. Once we're back we go straight to practising our death-stick swinging skills before we take a couple hours off where we refuel with protein shakes. I read some books I had while waiting for the other books I ordered and he browsed through the internet and/or watched TV. Later on we have another training session, another break and finally a yoga session. They are really useful for preventing injury, gaining flexability and just feeling good in general.

Just like that, besides the boxing bags, cable machines and books arriving, a few uneventful weeks pass. I was noticing a clear improvement in my looks since was losing weight while simultaneously enjoying the benefit of gaining many times as much muscle as a normal person would. I also had to step up the intensity on all the exercises multiple times because they soon became too easy. This wonderful routine continued until one day when I heard someone ringing at my door.

The first thing I see when I open the door is a 163 cm tall woman that looked about 25 years old. She looked startled.

"Sorry, I must've come to the wrong adress."

I started smiling. How could I not? I didn't expect any of them to come at all to be honest. I mean i gave them a chance but I didn't think anyone would take it.

"Hello Alice."

She looks confused for a second before she a look of realization dawns upon her youthful face.

"Are you the one who sent me that letter?"

"In the flesh."

"I didn't expect you to be so... young."

"You like what you see?"

"Nice try, kid. Have your balls even droppen yet?"

"Ouch, that hurt."

I start laughing. I can see her lips twitching upwards for a moment. She was Alice Hearth, one of the people I became close to after Jons passing.

"Hey, who is it?" I hear Jons voice from inside the house.

"Noone, just an old friend."

"Huh. You have other friends?"

Seems like he wants a one-on-one session around pain-tolerance next.

"Your boyfriend?"

No, let's make that a group-session. I take a deep breath.

"Look, what do you want? I assume you want more than to just banter outside the house."

I lead her inside and precisely 1 seconds after she enters her face scrunches up in disgust.

"What the fuck have you guys been doing in here?"

Now that I think about it the smell of sweat is probably pretty strong in here since we haven't properly cleaned this place for a while after all.

"On second thought let's wait with the discussion for a bit, I need to clean here first. You can pay me later."