Raylan loved the school gym on Saturday. It was almost always empty, meaning he pretty much had the run of the place. It was also nice to get away from his home. Since he lived and worked in the same place, it was nice to be able to workout away from where he had do so much. He just got a nice and relaxing workout, hit the heavy bag, whatever he needed to do, he could do it here and mostly be left alone. There was always one or two maybe three people milling about but for the most part he was left alone.
Raylan's hands and feet unconsciously moved as one as he punched one of the few hanging heavy bags in the schools gym. He decided to forgo his boxing gloves in favor of think hand wraps. He had no intention of hitting the bag hard, the full intent of this was cardio and quick strikes versus power hits. He worked in kicks when the moments were right but for the most this was an all hands training session. With every punch he threw, he was just as concerned about what his hips, shoulders and feet were doing. Everything had to work as one, solid unit. Most of the time he did without ever thinking, but right now he was think about each and every moment.
He was into his fifth, five minute round. He was breathing heavily, and covered in sweat. Raylan's watch went off signaling the end of his last round. His last combo was a right hand cross, followed by a lead leg round kick and ended with a right elbow crashing into the bag. With each of the hits, the bag jumped and the steel chain holding the bag snapped and made a ruckus.
As the sweat dripped from his hair, Raylan poured some water on his head than drank from his steel bottle. The chill from the water was wonderful. It was then he noticed someone else was in the gym. His eyes searched for the newest entrant. His biggest concern was making sure he had shirt on if it wasn't an employee.
He smiled when he saw Helena. She was a regular in the gym and maybe the only person he knew that worked out as much as he did. The two had always gotten along and were relativity close. If Raylan was honest, he had a pretty big crush on her as well. Raylan always liked her dedication and work ethic, it did hurt that she was smoking hot either. However, he did everything he could too never let it show. You never get involved with someone from the gym or work. It was a strong personal rule that Raylan had learned the hard way.
Raylan slipped into his shirt and walked over to Helen. He let out a small giggle as he notice just how hungover she was. "Damn Girl. You look liked you tried drink the county dry. You get far?" Raylan said smiling, not at all hiding his accent. His accent only came out with people he trusted. If someone else came within ear shot, his accent and playfully demeanor would disappear without a trace.
"Here, take a drink." Raylan said offering her his water bottle.
