People shouldn't exercise. Running was an action that was only required when you were getting away from someone or late for something. So Caden was stubborn to start. He eyed Charles and ignored his comment to start with, but he knew better than to completely disobey him. 'Tsk' "Fine..." he said starting to step lingo the piece if equipment. The plug sat nicely in the handle slot as they both began their little jog.<br/><br/>After a few minuets of the light jog Caden found himself getting out of breath. His body wasn't use to this form of activity and he was more than thankful when he was asked to stop. But he knew something worse was waiting next in line... How could anyone enjoy this? He used a set of 5kg weights to keep things easy and could feel his arms growing tired with those too. This was barbaric. Having Charles preform some of the activities did help motivate him a little, but he'd spent minty percent of the time dragging his heels and complaining to himself until the workout was over.<br/><br/>He could feel his shirt sticking to his skin and his fringe felt like someone had thrown some water over it. It stuck slightly to his forehead, making him wipe it with his arm to get rid of the horrid feeling. He'd never felt this gross or breathless before. "Please tell me we're finished?" he said leaning against one of the pillars with his eyes closed. If he was made to do one more thing, he'd just walk out. He could feel his legs wobbling slightly as he tried to keep himself standing. Wasn't working out ment to make you stronger? Right now he felt like a plate of Jelly. "Please... I need a shower and to dress if we're going into work" he said opening his eyes to look at Charlie. How wasn't the gent breaking a sweat yet?