Post by Jacob B. Dole on Mar 22, 2009 0:32:59 GMT 1
It was six forty-five in the morning when his phone went off, indicating that it was time to arise from his nightly slumber. He yawned, lazily lifting himself up into a seated position as his feet slipped off the bed and collided noisily with the floor. Despite his indicent after school from a few weeks prior he still made himself get up early in the morning, keeping to the same schedule he had before he was injured. It made him feel no different then before, and this morning he was feeling about the same.
As he sat on his bed, face planted in his hands as he rupped his eyes awake, he felt a lack of stiffness in his shoulder blades and lats. Normally, when he woke up he'd find it hard to even sit up without grunting and groaning. But, this morning he was moving around at nearly 100% with little to no pain. He stood, rolling his shoulders back and forth, then moved into full arm windmills. Feeling limber, and now much more awake due to his excitement, he rolled out his yoga mat across his bedroom floor and went down, assuming the push-up position. His shoulders felt a little sore as he went down for the first count, but as he pushed back up it was easy to keep his shoulders, spine, and hips in line.
Ten minutes later he switched, rolling over onto his back as he adjusted himself for sit-ups. Keeping his knee's bent he crossed his feet over one another then lifted his heels an inch off the ground. It made it harder to do the classic sit-up this way, as his lower abs got a much stronger workout for the first part of his routine. Thirty minutes later and he lowered his feet, the burn across his abdominal's more then he had felt in what felt like 100 years.
He headed to the bathroom, showered, shaved, bled the lizard, the usual before he headed to the kitchen for breakfast. All throughout his morning meal of Cheerio's and toast he was looking more and more forward to going out and hunting down the gang members who beat him. He was looking forward to beating down each and every one of them in the gang, even the one's who didn't attending the lynching. But what if he was out of tune, so the speak. He figured he needed a warm-up, something to see how fine tuned he actually was.
Ten in the morning rolled around and Jacob took out his cell phone, scrolling through his contacts until he reached JT's number. Sending a text he made it brief and rather direct, making it clear enough not to need a reply.
If you want that spar I'm at the old brick gym two blocks east of Hircine High. I'll be here til 4 if your interested. Jacob.
Sending the message he tossed his phone into his bag and took another swig of water before he hopped back on the treadmill and started another fifteen minute run.
As he sat on his bed, face planted in his hands as he rupped his eyes awake, he felt a lack of stiffness in his shoulder blades and lats. Normally, when he woke up he'd find it hard to even sit up without grunting and groaning. But, this morning he was moving around at nearly 100% with little to no pain. He stood, rolling his shoulders back and forth, then moved into full arm windmills. Feeling limber, and now much more awake due to his excitement, he rolled out his yoga mat across his bedroom floor and went down, assuming the push-up position. His shoulders felt a little sore as he went down for the first count, but as he pushed back up it was easy to keep his shoulders, spine, and hips in line.
Ten minutes later he switched, rolling over onto his back as he adjusted himself for sit-ups. Keeping his knee's bent he crossed his feet over one another then lifted his heels an inch off the ground. It made it harder to do the classic sit-up this way, as his lower abs got a much stronger workout for the first part of his routine. Thirty minutes later and he lowered his feet, the burn across his abdominal's more then he had felt in what felt like 100 years.
He headed to the bathroom, showered, shaved, bled the lizard, the usual before he headed to the kitchen for breakfast. All throughout his morning meal of Cheerio's and toast he was looking more and more forward to going out and hunting down the gang members who beat him. He was looking forward to beating down each and every one of them in the gang, even the one's who didn't attending the lynching. But what if he was out of tune, so the speak. He figured he needed a warm-up, something to see how fine tuned he actually was.
Ten in the morning rolled around and Jacob took out his cell phone, scrolling through his contacts until he reached JT's number. Sending a text he made it brief and rather direct, making it clear enough not to need a reply.
If you want that spar I'm at the old brick gym two blocks east of Hircine High. I'll be here til 4 if your interested. Jacob.
Sending the message he tossed his phone into his bag and took another swig of water before he hopped back on the treadmill and started another fifteen minute run.