Forgot the Joke but the Punchline's Leaf Me Alone [Zues/Shy]
Oct 7, 2020 15:43:44 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Oct 7, 2020 15:43:44 GMT -5
One of the consistent constants in my life is that the gym always calms me down. Not during the workout because during that time I need to yell at myself to get that little extra motivation. The grunting, the bangs of the weights hitting the ground, the stank of the sweat, I love it all, and I don't use that word lightly. It's hard for me to feel emotions... or anything for that matter. I'll also give credit to the Capitol when it's due: their equipment is much better than two's gyms. At least the one I go to has shit equipment. I also don't have to compete with an eighth of two's population.
Because I only have a limited time here and I already missed a workout yesterday, I WAS going to do endurance training today, but fuck that. No one actually likes running or biking. Those who do are liars. It's not like I'm going to be running around a lot while I'm in the arena. But do I really want to do full-body workouts all three days? Or however long we're here for again? Yes. The answer is always yes.
I pull out my notebook and flip it open to a random page. Nah. I flip to another. Nah. And another. Hmmmm... nah. And I stood there, going to random pages in my notebook for 7 minutes before I found a workout I felt good about: a lower-body focused one that still encompassed most other muscle groups.
The squat rack looks like the one back home so I take no time to waste finding putting on the proper weights. It was a pyramid set that increased the weight as I went on, so finding everything didn't take super long because here the gym isn't a huge mess. All the weights are stored by weight on each side of the rack, as they SHOULD BE. Why can't people be as organized as this all the time. Wait, I shouldn't be speaking about being organized when my life is a huge mess.
Halfway through the set, my heart jumps as my eyes catch a figure standing behind me in the mirror. After I put my bar back onto the rack, I turn and check out the person behind me. Isn't that a tribute? Or is it an avox? I think that's a tribute because avoxes have those uniforms they have to wear, and they wouldn't be staring. I mumble "Fuck off, mate" under my breath before I continue on with my workout. I came here to work out and be alone, not to be anyone's new best friend. If they want to talk, they better have fun talking to themselves.
Because I only have a limited time here and I already missed a workout yesterday, I WAS going to do endurance training today, but fuck that. No one actually likes running or biking. Those who do are liars. It's not like I'm going to be running around a lot while I'm in the arena. But do I really want to do full-body workouts all three days? Or however long we're here for again? Yes. The answer is always yes.
I pull out my notebook and flip it open to a random page. Nah. I flip to another. Nah. And another. Hmmmm... nah. And I stood there, going to random pages in my notebook for 7 minutes before I found a workout I felt good about: a lower-body focused one that still encompassed most other muscle groups.
The squat rack looks like the one back home so I take no time to waste finding putting on the proper weights. It was a pyramid set that increased the weight as I went on, so finding everything didn't take super long because here the gym isn't a huge mess. All the weights are stored by weight on each side of the rack, as they SHOULD BE. Why can't people be as organized as this all the time. Wait, I shouldn't be speaking about being organized when my life is a huge mess.
Halfway through the set, my heart jumps as my eyes catch a figure standing behind me in the mirror. After I put my bar back onto the rack, I turn and check out the person behind me. Isn't that a tribute? Or is it an avox? I think that's a tribute because avoxes have those uniforms they have to wear, and they wouldn't be staring. I mumble "Fuck off, mate" under my breath before I continue on with my workout. I came here to work out and be alone, not to be anyone's new best friend. If they want to talk, they better have fun talking to themselves.
[/a]
