One hundred one, one hundred two...(open)

[Jacen]

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

That was the sound as his sweat it the ground and formed a small puddle in front of his face. It was late at night as Jacen pushed himself up to complete his last push up. His arms were shaking as he struggled to force his body up. They felt like rubber and he was happy he had gotten as far as he had. Jacen had never been really physically strong, and on a good day he could only do about fifty to sixty push up so he was glad to see himself double it using the physical enhancements his Master, Rognan Dar had taught him a few days ago.

Since that lesson he hadn't really let his body rest and had been forced to draw energy subtly from the Force. He thought that was a good thing in the long run because atleast he would know his own endurances. Add in the fact that when his body was actually rested, this would seem like child's play to him then he was in a pretty good mood, despite the fact that he was so very tired.

"Come on...you have enough for a few more," he told himself as his body layed parallel to the ground and he struggled to bring himself back up. "Come...on...one hund...red...fourteen..."

[Jacen]

Finally the Padawan collapsed and lay on his stomach for a long while before turning over and letting a small breeze wash over him. He had been at it for an hour and had finally completed one hundred twenty-one pushups. He smiled on the inside. That was more than he could have ever hoped for.

Jacen sat resting. His plan was to rest for a few moments before starting his next exercise, sit-ups. Those would take a lot out of him and he knew it. When he started, he planned on doing atleast double his normal amount in three minutes. Hopefully by extending his two minute time he would do, but he would have to wait and see.