Being in the WLF was hard, especially the work outs. You had a personal trainer, which obviously made everything easier.

Her name was Abby. And if you couldn't find her, she was probably in the gym. She was great, always fixing your posture and giving you tips.

"Alright, almost done. Why don't you do some push-ups, hhm? then you're free. 15 c'mon" She talked. She sounded particularly annoyed today. She had her toned arms crossed under her chest, waiting for your push-ups.