Roland doesn't quite shudder at the thought, but he does offer a rather dry expression. "Charming idea. But Tidus is a pro-athlete. I doubt his drills will be anything but simple." Or he would like to assume. He didn't get to spin around in mid-air (water) like that without some form of rigorous training, right?

Still. That's not at all a bad idea. Clearing some space again from the crowd of higgledies around their feet who did not get caught up in Inigo's hug, he recalls old exercise forms and decides on core work again, which he relies on plenty. Start with something familiar before moving on to something more dynamic. The end goal was to break the mental barrier stopping him from using his body the way his mind is intending; and he's close to that breakthrough. He just needs more time, more practice. This is why they were here, right?

"...Planks." Roland suddenly pipes up, looking straight at Inigo. "Why don't we start with planks? Have you heard of it before?"