Booked for the festival

Talia was huffing and puffing when Keith stopped the treadmill. "I think we are done for today. I collected necessary data."

Talia was embarrassed. She thought that she was running for hours, but the machine showed only 26 minutes. Talia started with a walk that gradually progressed into a jog, yet she felt like her soul will leave through her mouth and she was sweating profusely.

She was not aware that she was that flimsy. Talia didn't lazy around, but she never ran or did anything physically taxing; that combined with her poor diet and mostly hiding in the attic, led to the outcome that she could literally feel her energy draining once she started to jog.

Since Talia came to the Dark Howlers pack, things are better, but a few days are not enough to chip into years of neglect.

Talia stumbled off the treadmill and sat on the floor.