Here we are, Juggernaut.
Sept 1, 2014 19:47:19 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2014 19:47:19 GMT -6
Green eyes focused on the ceiling as Leonid sat shirtless on the weight bench. Reaching over, he pressed play on the MP3 player strapped to his bicep. As European metal blasted into his ears, he gripped the bar. Over a thousand pounds of weight was lifted up as he brought it down to his chest, then back up again. This continued until he did one set of 25 reps. Putting the bar back on the rest, he breathed a bit. Feeling a light amount of sweat on his forehead, neck, and torso. His arms were just starting to get warmed up. Laying back down, he picked the bar back up and did another set of twenty five reps.
As the bar was set back to rest, he sat back up. More sweat, more burning, but he could press himself harder. He needed to be stronger. He would become stronger. For his family. For his friends. For the rest of the world. He laid back down, once more picking up the bar as he did another set of twenty five reps. The last five being a bit more challenging than before. But, he pushed through, giving the workout more devotion than before. Finally, the bar was set back up to rest as he sat up once more. This time, a few beads of sweat dripping off of him as he rotated his arms. The weight had started to take its toll on him. He scolded himself in Russian, cursing his weakness.
He laid back down, once more, picking up the bar. Each rep, his mind traveled to Russia, the destruction from the alien invasion. The faces of those lost. Those he couldn't save. He wasn't strong enough to save. That was plenty of motivation. His eyes were a glowing red as he finished the fourth, and final, set of reps. Sitting up, he threw a towel around his head as he rested his head in his hands. So much anger pumped through him that he shuddered, a few tears falling down to his jeans.
@aly
As the bar was set back to rest, he sat back up. More sweat, more burning, but he could press himself harder. He needed to be stronger. He would become stronger. For his family. For his friends. For the rest of the world. He laid back down, once more picking up the bar as he did another set of twenty five reps. The last five being a bit more challenging than before. But, he pushed through, giving the workout more devotion than before. Finally, the bar was set back up to rest as he sat up once more. This time, a few beads of sweat dripping off of him as he rotated his arms. The weight had started to take its toll on him. He scolded himself in Russian, cursing his weakness.
He laid back down, once more, picking up the bar. Each rep, his mind traveled to Russia, the destruction from the alien invasion. The faces of those lost. Those he couldn't save. He wasn't strong enough to save. That was plenty of motivation. His eyes were a glowing red as he finished the fourth, and final, set of reps. Sitting up, he threw a towel around his head as he rested his head in his hands. So much anger pumped through him that he shuddered, a few tears falling down to his jeans.
@aly