Ritz Paris, France.
Inside the luxurious fitness center of a five-star hotel, Richard was running vigorously on one of the state-of-the-art treadmills lined up by the window, basking in the morning sunlight streaming through the large glass panes.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and the movements of his feet and back muscles were dynamically revealed with each stride. He had been sprinting at full speed for ten minutes now, his breathing growing ragged, but he didn't stop, earbuds plugged into his ears as he kept running.
Still remembering his injury, he didn't dare push himself further.
"Phew… ha…"
Only after running for quite a while longer did he finally reduce the treadmill's speed, slowing down to a walk as he checked his heart rate on the watch strapped to his wrist.
