Unfortunately for Sheryl, being skinny was equivalent to being in shape, at least in Bandou's mind. Great, this getting abs thing was going to be a lot more work than he'd thought. And he just had to go and brag about it being super easy for him.

If he remembered anything from his past, he could have at least let her know that he wasn't completely helpless. He'd been decent at sports in school. He never came in first or was chosen first for teams, but he'd been involved. He was even a strong enough swimmer when he was young to rescue his friend from a river he wasn't supposed to go in. But none of that comes to him so he just looks all the more pathetic as he lays there, staring up at his new coach.

"Can we try something else? My sides hurt."