Number Nine | The Lorien Legacies (lastbitofmercy) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2024-02-01 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, hannah lewis (superx_sidekick), number nine (lastbitofmercy), ~2024 february |
WHO: Number Nine and OPEN
WHAT: Working out
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Anytime Fitness
WARNINGS: TBD, probably low
Just because Nine had found himself in a different world didn't mean that he was going to allow himself to get out of shape. His whole life had been a series of workouts and obstacle courses, whether real fighting, or training that had been set up by Sandor. He never really knew for sure whether his strength and senses were a Legacy, or if they were simply something he'd earned through a lot of training. Maybe it was something in the middle, somehow both. It didn't matter, however, because he wasn't going to stop training no matter what. He was going to keep in shape and ready for a fight because it was what Sandor would have wanted, and even in death he wasn't going to let his Cepan down.
He'd been at the gym about an hour. He'd been on the treadmill for some of it, running flat out at a speed that for humans would have been nearly impossible. He'd lifted weights. He'd done the stationary bike. He'd worked out all of his muscles and was starting to really feel the burn. It felt good in a way, although it hurt at the same time.
Finally, he went back to the showers, washed up and changed into his street clothes, shoving his gym stuff into a duffel bag and heading out. He stepped outside and shivered - the sweat and water was making the February chill even colder.
"Jeez," he said, to nobody in particular, "I can't wait until it gets warm again."