Wednesday, 10:23 PM. Seventy minutes. No heart rate, no distance. The fifth night session in six days. At this point it’s not a workout program. It’s a coping mechanism that happens to burn calories. Whatever October 2021 was — and the data suggests it was a lot — RAI was processing it one hour at a time, late at night,…

Monday evening. Sixty-seven minutes starting just before 9 PM. No heart rate, no distance. Just time. This is the third session in four days, all of them at night, all of them long, all of them indoors with minimal data. A pattern that looks less like training and more like routine — something RAI needed to do each night the…

Saturday night. Ninety-five minutes. No heart rate data, no distance. Just a timestamp that says 10:54 PM and a duration that says RAI didn’t stop until almost half past midnight. An hour and a half of… something. Indoor work, almost certainly. The watch tracked the time but nothing else. October 2021 was apparently a month of long, late, quiet sessions….

Same night as the last one. Ninety minutes after finishing a two-hour session, RAI started another. Thirty-one minutes this time. Heart rate still around 136. Back to back on a Friday night. No distance. Just effort and time and whatever was on their mind at 10:36 PM that couldn’t be solved by sitting down. Some nights you can’t stop moving….

Two hours and six minutes. October 2021. Heart rate sitting at 137 average — elevated but not sprinting. Three quarters of a mile logged, which over 126 minutes means barely moving. This has the shape of an indoor session with some walking mixed in. Long, low-intensity, late at night. The kind of thing you do when you need to be…

10:37 PM on a Tuesday in January. Forty-two minutes indoors with a heart rate averaging 163 and maxing at 178. Night sessions hit different. No one texts you at 11 PM asking if you want to get dinner. No one’s mowing their lawn. The world gets quieter and the workout gets louder. 163 average for forty-two minutes is not casual….

Christmas morning. Most people are opening presents. RAI was opening a thirty-two minute indoor session. Heart rate at 150 average, maxing at 161. Honest effort — not the near-death experience of yesterday’s 191, but steady and real. The kind of workout where you’re working but you can still breathe through your nose. Four days in a row now. December 22nd,…

Christmas Eve. Thirty-three minutes. Average heart rate: 164. Max: 191. That max heart rate is not a typo. Whatever RAI was doing in that room, they were trying to leave their body. 191 is the kind of number where your chest reminds you it contains organs. The playlist was VTuber music and anime electronica — Kizuna Ai’s “Sky High,” somunia’s…

Second session of the day. Five hours after the first one, back at it. Thirty-four minutes this time — shorter, but heart rate at 138 average says they weren’t coasting. Two-a-days the week before Christmas. Brooks’ “Riot” opened the set, which tells you the energy RAI was chasing. Julian Calor’s “Space Flute” somewhere in the middle, which is exactly as…

Seventy minutes. The day before Christmas Eve. Heart rate averaging 151 with a max of 172 — this wasn’t going through the motions. This was work. An hour and ten minutes of indoor effort fueled by a playlist that knew the assignment. EDX’s “Neptune” hitting right when the lungs started arguing. RetroVision’s “Take Off” arriving exactly when the name suggests….