"Ok," Maizie said again, feeling more than a little bit ridiculous to have been hopping around and flopping her arms outside where anyone could see. At least Teagan did it too.
She positioned herself in front of the punching bag, giving it first a doubtful and then a determined look. It was just like gym class or something, no big deal. And, actually, as she settled her feet into the stand that Teagan had instructed her to take, Maizie could sort of feel everything else -- all the worries about Dad and the zombies and just all of it -- taking a back seat to her focus on the task at hand.
"Point you toes," she echoed, shifting her feet and lifting the heel like she'd been told. "Ok, I think I've got it. Maybe? Does this --" Maizie gestured at her legs, encompassing their whole position. "-- do something then? It's not just, like, my upper body for punching?"