Chapter 80: Welcome to Garam Fitness-2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 80: Welcome to Garam Fitness-2
"You’re a slime."
"Excuse me?"
After checking my InBody results to diagnose my physical condition, she stared at the printout for a long time before delivering that verdict.
As I stared back at her with a blank expression, she hurriedly began to elaborate.
"Oh, by slime, I mean... well, you know games, right? It’s a monster that appears in things like that. As for what they look like..."
"I know what a slime is."
I thought she was going to apologize for calling a human being a slime, but seeing her explain it as if I wouldn't know what one was made me let out a hollow laugh.
At the hint of absurdity in my voice, Garam let out a startled "Oh!" and blinked at me.
What is it? Does she think she offended the building owner and got scared?
I’m not exactly an authoritarian person.
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry. I was just so surprised that it caught me off guard."
"Well, I suppose that's possible."
Garam showed me the chart again and began reciting my physical state.
"I feel a bit bad saying this, but... President, you are currently a slime made entirely of fat."
"But my lower body muscle mass is high, isn't it?"
"That’s just because your legs naturally built muscle from having to support all that weight."
"Ah..."
"If you look at this abdominal circumference chart, this is the normal range, but you can see yours is way above that, right?"
"I see that."
I hadn't realized it when looking in the mirror, but according to the quantified data on the chart, my body was essentially a self-aware lump of lard.
"You have a lot of visceral fat, too... By any chance, do you drink or smoke?"
"I’m quitting both."
"Yes, it will be difficult, but I think you really should."
Actually, it wasn't difficult at all.
I had already poured all the alcohol in the house down the toilet, and I’d cut up the cartons of cigarettes I had stacked up with scissors and stuffed them in the trash.
I expected withdrawal symptoms since the body had built up a dependency, but perhaps there was some sort of correction during the possession process, because I didn't feel the slightest urge to smoke.
"The long-term goal is, of course..."
"To get healthy."
That way, I can live a long life and enjoy this wealth and luxury for a long time.
When I stated the obvious, she clenched her fists and struck a "fighting" pose.
"Yes! Let's do our best, President!"
"Oh, by the way, could you call me something other than 'President'?"
The title felt too awkward, so I requested a change. She covered her mouth with her hand and spoke.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I call you 'Building Owner' then?"
"That’s even more burdensome."
Is she mocking me?
She couldn't think of a suitable title and let her eyes wander.
It was so frustrating to watch that I let out a sigh and spoke.
"Just call me 'Member.' I'm attending the center, after all."
"Ah, right, yes. I'll call you Member."
She definitely said this would be a simple check-up when we started. Why am I so exhausted?
I began to think that having a purely athletic woman around wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.
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"Alright! Now, let's check your basic athletic ability. Since it's the first day, I won't go too hard on you."
"Huff... huff... cough... I just ran for thirty minutes! At eight kilometers per hour!"
"Yes! Your body is warmed up now, right? If you don't warm up properly, there's a risk of injury. From now on, whenever you come to the center, please loosen up like this first."
I’m already injured!!!
It hurts about as much as when Namgung So-yeon pierced my torso.
"I-I'll go get some water."
"Okay. The water purifier is right over there at the end."
The water I gulped down from the small paper cup barely moistened my parched throat.
I kept drawing water, trying to catch my breath.
I definitely started this to get healthy, so why do I feel like I’m going to die before that happens?
When I returned, Garam pointed to a barbell resting on the floor.
"Do you know how to squat? Could you try lifting this?"
Here it comes.
And so, the hellish measurement of the "Big Three" lifts ended.
After saving my records on her phone, Garam spoke brightly.
"A total of 100 for the Big Three!"
Am I really going to be okay?
*
"Kuaaaaagh!!"
That was the sound of Member In-ho, looking shell-shocked after the Big Three measurements, running on the treadmill for his cool-down.
Is it his habit to scream like he's vomiting blood while running? Well, it doesn't matter since no one else is here right now, but it would be a nuisance in a normal gym.
I should find a nice way to tell him later.
I'm glad nothing happened; I was worried for nothing.
At first, I was concerned because he looked a bit intimidating, but he seems like a decent person.
For someone his age, we seem to communicate well.
Why does it feel like I'm talking to someone my own age rather than an elder?
I guess since he has a lot of money, he lives a youthful lifestyle.
Ah... I'm jealous.
At first, I thought he was someone trying to pull something using the rent as an excuse, but I think I misunderstood him.
He seems to have a genuine will to exercise...
Then, what on earth did he mean when he said he wanted me to stay here for a long time?
Should I try asking him once we get closer?
N-no way, he couldn't actually be interested in me, right?
No, a man like him could meet someone much better than me.
Anyway, since he said he wouldn't take rent for the time being, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
If even this center had to close, it really would have been the end.
It felt like only bad things had been happening lately, but today, I have a feeling things are going to go well.
Alright! Let's pay him back properly!
What should I start with?
First, I need to work on increasing his basic physical strength and range of motion.
I also need to help him get a feel for contraction and relaxation.
Oh! Diet! I should draw up a meal plan too.
It’s been a while since I’ve had some real work to do.
Since he has his own life, it'll be hard to cut back all at once...
For now, let's go with normal meals for breakfast and lunch, and just reduce his intake for dinner.
As I thought, planning someone else's workout is the most fun.
"Alright! Let's run for just ten more minutes~!"
"Kuaaaaaagh!!!"
Oh dear, he really shouldn't scream like that.
*
"My ranking is..."
Biting her nails, a woman in pajamas stared intently at her computer monitor.
She was looking at a chart ranking something, and her eyes were fixed on the very top.
<Weekly Coin Ranking>
1st: Jjuyuni (2,100,000 Coins)
2nd: Hana (2,020,000 Coins)
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"I'm in second place?"
In reality, whether first or second, she had earned an amount in a single week that an average office worker would struggle to make in a year. However, she had no intention of being positive about it.
To her, who had always maintained the top spot, dropping to second place signaled the beginning of her downfall.
"The Vice-Chairman can't even donate a quarter of what the Chairman does... Sigh..."
There was only one reason she had been pushed back.
The "Chairman," who always donated massive amounts of coins, had stopped his support.
"Do I really have to put out this time...?"
Looking at the ID saved as 'Sucker' in her contacts, Hana muttered to herself.