Matthew Murdock (devilmaycare_) wrote in tomorrowtoday, @ 2013-07-16 13:20:00 |
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Matt was perplexed. Felicia had been acting strange as of late and when asked what she wanted to do for her birthday, she had flat out told him, more or less, she did not want to be spending it with him. Or at least that's how he took it. The hell? Was she just being weird or was it more serious than that? Matt decided to give her the space she needed though, he could figure out what it all meant later, but until that time he was going to do the only thing that he could do and that was train the way his sensei taught him to do, to clear his mind.
If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow, it was something that Stick used to tell him. That crazy old man, wherever he was. Matt sure could use his advice now though, he thought.
Dressed in loose fitting gym shorts and tank, his workout began with some meditation and deep breathing exercises. Patience... Perseverance... Self discipline... Matt needed to summon up his focus like never before. He was thinking too many thoughts and needed to silence his mind and let his senses pass over and through him like had been taught to do.
There was layers of sound all around him, ambient and otherwise. There was the constant din of living with entire school students, the constant chatter, the flurry of heart beats—the sights, the sounds, and smells of it all. There was also the immediate. The gymnastics room and the smell of the foam and resin the clung to the air. He pushed all of these things out of his mind until it was absolutely quiet. After he achieved that, there was about an hour of strength training, before he felt that he was adequately loosened up and then began his workout in earnest, going through all of the forms that he knew.
Afterward he began to just "riff" as it were, and kicked his leg up into the air, pivoting on his axis and held his leg straight up and down. He kicked it out several more times, before switching his stance and round housing with the other leg. He combined his kick with several handsprings across the mats, popping at the end and landing in the next position to be able to deliver another series of kicks.
Damn, now really wished for someone that he could train with, to play off of. But it was just as well that he was alone. He probably wouldn't have made very good company anyways.