Post by Catalina Solis on Feb 3, 2009 23:52:25 GMT -5
Catalina wrapped her hands neatly, careful to secure it tightly. As she flexed her hands she jumped a little, to get the blood flowing. She enjoyed these quiet early morning rituals, which gave her a chance to wear her stylish yet comfy hot pink work out pants, with matching tank top. No one came to the training room at this hour, the girls were to busy sleeping, which gave her an opportunity to work out, and relieve her stress. She broke the silence with a hard punch to the bag, she couldn't make it move like a slayer, but she was disciplined and strong enough to jar it a tiny bit.
Over and over, alternating between her left and right hand she continued to hit the bag, forcing it to swing back into each blow. Finally she stopped, and breathed, a drop of sweat fell from her brow. Her parents, the girls that she had lost, and the dozen or more failed relationships that had caused her so much pain slowly faded away. Leaving her head clear, and her anger temporarily managed. With that she kicked the bag, with one final blow, just one more hit, for herself.
She stretched her leg out, flexing it to the side, pulling her body until her muscles felt well worked. She tightened her ponytail, and moved the stray hairs out of her face, as she leaned down to pick up her water bottle. She was almost finished, when she heard the door open.
Over and over, alternating between her left and right hand she continued to hit the bag, forcing it to swing back into each blow. Finally she stopped, and breathed, a drop of sweat fell from her brow. Her parents, the girls that she had lost, and the dozen or more failed relationships that had caused her so much pain slowly faded away. Leaving her head clear, and her anger temporarily managed. With that she kicked the bag, with one final blow, just one more hit, for herself.
She stretched her leg out, flexing it to the side, pulling her body until her muscles felt well worked. She tightened her ponytail, and moved the stray hairs out of her face, as she leaned down to pick up her water bottle. She was almost finished, when she heard the door open.
