it was early in the morning, earlier than you'd like. You heard the low counting and grunts coming from across the room you shared with you best friend, zack fair, it took you a minute to see straight through your blurry vision and a couple of blinks but there he was, doing squats. You looked at the time on the digital clock on the bedside table, 5:30AM!?

"..60..61..62..63..64..65..66.."

He was still going..why did he always have to work out so early anyway?