She's Burnin' Like the Sun (Zori)
May 29, 2013 14:37:53 GMT -5
Post by zakattack on May 29, 2013 14:37:53 GMT -5
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The sweat that had been dripping from my body had pooled on the surface of the mat, but now as I lay in it I realize just how soaking wet I am. Every inch of my was tired, two hours of training at such a high level will do that, but even my bra was soaked through as if I had just dived straight into the pool on the other side of the gym before beginning my boxing routine. Come to think of it, that might just be a great idea right now…if only I wasn’t…No. A Tribute is never tired.[/color] I force myself up to my feet once more, the back of my hand swiping across my forehead pushing the disgusting strands of sweat laden hair out of my face.
I am getting in the pool.[/color] Yanking off my fingerless boxing gloves I toss them to the floor and start unraveling the tape from my hands. The pulling and tugging of the adhesive leaving my skin is ironically soothing and can’t help but smile. I don’t care who sees me, what is the worst they’re going to make me do? Snatching the hair tie from my pony tail I shake my head and droplets of sweat spray out around me like a dog after a bath. Pushing the door to the swimming room open I give a mischievous smirk as I shuck my tshirt and shorts before making my way to the edge of the pool. Turning my back towards it I stick out my arms and fall.
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[/color] An aggravated screech spills from my mouth as I let myself fall backwards onto the mat.
Stretch harder. HARDER. I feel the pull of the muscle straining through my thigh as my shin strikes the hanging sand bag with an echoing THWACK. I shouldn’t be this tense, this frustrated but I am. The anger about everything and nothing all at once resonate through every move I make. The swing of my arm connecting my elbow with the bag is the loneliness I feel at home, the kick of my heel into the base the happiness that I don’t have to deal with anything I don’t choose to. I want to go smoke. I want to keep going.
The sweat that had been dripping from my body had pooled on the surface of the mat, but now as I lay in it I realize just how soaking wet I am. Every inch of my was tired, two hours of training at such a high level will do that, but even my bra was soaked through as if I had just dived straight into the pool on the other side of the gym before beginning my boxing routine. Come to think of it, that might just be a great idea right now…if only I wasn’t…No. A Tribute is never tired.[/color] I force myself up to my feet once more, the back of my hand swiping across my forehead pushing the disgusting strands of sweat laden hair out of my face.
I am getting in the pool.[/color] Yanking off my fingerless boxing gloves I toss them to the floor and start unraveling the tape from my hands. The pulling and tugging of the adhesive leaving my skin is ironically soothing and can’t help but smile. I don’t care who sees me, what is the worst they’re going to make me do? Snatching the hair tie from my pony tail I shake my head and droplets of sweat spray out around me like a dog after a bath. Pushing the door to the swimming room open I give a mischievous smirk as I shuck my tshirt and shorts before making my way to the edge of the pool. Turning my back towards it I stick out my arms and fall.
In that moment I am free.
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