The most infamous of the gym class exercise triad (remember the Mile
Run and Suicides?).
The gym teacher yells at everyone to line up at
one end of the
gym. Popping in the audio CD, a woman with an inhumanly cheerful tone instructs you to start running. You jog over to
one side, and a beep ensues a few seconds later, propelling students to the other side.
Slowly, the beeps become more frequent.
The first
one fails to make it in time. Kids begin dropping like flies.
Lungs crumple. Stomachs churn. Hearts are on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere.
No
one can tell whether the
poor kid lying face-down on the
floor is still alive.
The air is filled with body odor, retching, and the occasional quiet sob.
Only the athletes are left. They manage to get to the triple digits, a feat worthy of legend.
But even gods must fall.