Night Shift Reps

Night rolled in, but champions don't quit early. Over in the deep corner of the sofa, a thick wool throw blanket was bunched up like a collapsed ring rope. I planted my boots firmly into the fabric cushions. I gripped the heavy knit edge with both fists and pulled with everything I had. Inch by inch, the dense fold smoothed out flat under pure pressure. A clean mat ready for rest. Mission accomplished!