Vo2 Max Personality Ass

This ass has a VO2 max, and it is, if you have a moment, or even if you plainly do not, remarkable. They will tell you the number, watch you fail to understand it, and enjoy that part too. It has become the load-bearing wall of their entire identity, a single figure most people cannot define and this ass would happily tattoo on their chest. It rises, and they ascend to a higher plane of being. It dips two points, and there is a quiet period of mourning. Their self-worth lives inside a metric borrowed from exercise science and weaponized at dinner parties, a whole personality built on one number understood by almost no one, least of all them.