Wang Yi ate dinner in the gym at Golden 1 Center while studying the Thunder players.
After dinner, he threw himself back into training.
But once he started again, he felt as if his body wouldn't respond.
His legs especially seemed to have a mind of their own.
Clearly, the fatigue from last night and this afternoon had accumulated to a certain point, triggering his body's self-protective mechanism and reminding him that it was time to rest.
It made sense.
He'd barely trained in over two years and hadn't played any high-intensity games. Then last night, out of nowhere, he'd played an intense game, run five kilometers that morning, and jumped straight into another intense training session. Anyone would struggle to handle that.
But Wang Yi didn't stop there.
He started his afternoon five-kilometer run.
But after just two kilometers, he felt as if his heart were about to leap out of his mouth. His legs went weak, and his vision darkened.
He was afraid that if he kept going, he'd pass out on the spot.
Mitchell, who had been cautiously looking after Wang Yi, noticed that something was wrong and hurried to steady him before turning off the treadmill.
"Boss, you need to rest. You have to rest."
Mitchell helped Wang Yi slowly over to a bench by the court.
Wang Yi was gasping heavily.
He knew it would be hard, but the reality was even harder than he'd imagined.
He'd anticipated that after more than two years without training, suddenly returning to high-intensity games and workouts would be too much for his body and would leave him in agony.
He'd thought he was prepared to endure that pain.
But when it truly came, he felt he could barely take it.
It was so painful.
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