New day

Our hero woke this morning with an odd sensation. The dragon was gone. He would not have to fight it today. In fact, he would no longer fight this particular dragon. He would move on to other lands and other vanquishable creatures.

This morn, he instead fought with an otherworldly machine forcing ones legs into an oval, elliptical pattern. Halfway through he realized he was becoming part of the machine, a cyborg. He was not fighting with the machine. He was fighting with himself. Could he really last 20 minutes per day three times per week?