Thursday. Creed of Truth Sanctuary, Brazil.
MAX ADDED A BIT of a bounce to his stride as he jogged along on the treadmill. At this pace, he could go for hours more. Unfortunately it was just slow enough to be monotonous. Hell, his heart rate was barely up.
About the only thing Max allowed himself to focus on with meticulous detail was his work-out regimen. He'd decided that, logically speaking, it was good for him. But it also allowed him occasionally exercise his need to excel. Not that he was in any sort of contest.
Maybe he should take up marathons? Nothing with prizes, just something to complete. Would that put him on a spiraling path?
This would need additional thought.
What would Lumen say?
He made a mental note to talk to her about it later. For all he knew, it was something they could do together. Maybe that was what they needed? An activity that wasn't sex?