Troy Rogers (rokudan_tsuchi) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-05 11:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-31, lux, troy |
How you like them apples?
Who: Lux and Troy
Where: the Red Dragon Dojo
When: late morning, around 11:30
Warnings: NSFW
The start of the school week for the public school system had Troy in a difficult spot. He was eager to get his classes back on track, but he had still not gotten a hold of all his students to make sure everyone was able--and healthy enough--to come back. He had planned to resume classes later on in the week, but he wasn't sure it would be in everyone's best interests to miss too many days, himself included. It was better to have a healthy distraction from life's troubles, and martial arts was definitely that. Provided his students hadn't been at the march and gotten hurt. That settled it. Troy spent most of the morning making phone calls to his students' parents, inquiring as to their physical state and ability to attend classes tomorrow. He figured another day of rest would be alright, seeing as it might do everyone some good to take it easy before getting back into their routines. Ah, that. Troy very much needed to get back into his, even if only a few days had gone by since he'd followed it. The rest of his morning was spent in meditation, followed by a kata and then some bag work to get his cardio in. There was definitely something therapeutic in every step of the activity. The application of hand-wraps, the warming up of his arms and legs on a lighter punching bag before he switched over to the heavier, harder bag meant for simulating the impact of hitting a real human body.
Troy went through the motions of his routine, doing minute drills of each different sort of punch from jab to cross to uppercut, and kicking drills to a stationary bag, eliminating the need to stop and still the motion his kicks would cause should he have used the hanging punching bags. He did more with the speed bags, seeing as his forte was more in pure strength than speed and he was always trying to work to even out his abilities. A thick sheen of sweat shone on his skin as he continued, zoned in as he was with his earbuds in, Tool and Incubus helping him along with his workout. His music was up loud, probably loud enough that anyone walking by would be able to hear all the lyrics word-for-word, but Troy liked to block everything else out. That would be the only reason he would miss the sound of the bell at the door, announcing the arrival of a guest.