Ninja Training Time!

"When faced with the harsh words of nature, we must use all of our senses to befriend it, to use it. Dont restrict your potential to a weakness." The yellow Ninja states.

It's mile three of a morning running and I hope the finish line is my grave, at least then I will be able to sleep.

Standing before us is a yellow ninja, instructor, Something. He looks like mustard, so I'll just call him that.

Each step feels as though I have a cinderblock to my foot. 

"C'mon Graves, you're such a slowpoke, its ninja training time!"

With eye bags that sag down to the ground, I gasp for every breath in my bright pink ninja outfit. "I- it's not my faul- fault I'm so tired." With tired eyes I look accusingly at Dissiri who blushes when she notices.