SueIt was finally time for gym class, her caretakers pointed out. Sue was all ready for gym in her slack clothing that fitted and was comfortable – the traits of being a long-time dancer; her white rubber shoes, her loose cargo track trousers, her white tank-top that revealed her black bra straps, her black earmuffs that blended well with her black beanie. She looked as though she was heading for dance class once again, ready to teach or be taught choreography. Gym class was all the same, really, except there was really less freedom. Fitness and health were some of Sue’s life priorities so gym was always something Sue felt would not necessarily excel in as an intent of academic progression, but a value and life choice that helped her stay ahead of the pack.
Just before she entered, she heard the loudest howl that must have belonged to the cat dude yesterday. Her classmates were there! As she entered the gym, she noticed a new face walking up to him and she grew interested of his vibrant hair. She wondered if he was a new classmate of hers and whether she’d be seeing him often. This must mean that she’d have to tell him that he can’t make too much noise again. Sue had gotten used to owing people the knowledge of her state of being. The gym was loud again, and so Sue made everything louder with her passive ability. Her earplugs from jogging were still in her pocket, but they were less desirable as they didn’t block out as much sound as the earmuffs did. Where the earplugs blocked most air from entering in, her specialized earmuffs topped it by absorbing some of the sound before it even enters from its outer surface. The only downside was that it was cumbersome and quite considerably warm. She’d found that it was the earmuffs to go, so she put them on.
knight125 said
Dr. McCoy
Dr. McCoy walks into the gym… He waits a moment until everyone's eyes are drawn to him, then says, "Ok everyone, today's test is going to be a lot easier than yesterday's test. It's simply a measure of your strength and stamina." He points to a row of treadmills, a rack of yoga mats, and finally a weightlifting area. He says, "Contrary to popular belief, stretching before exercising leads to more tears than warming up your muscle first. With that in mind, I want you to jog on those treadmills for as long as you can. Next, get a yoga mat and stretch, without over exerting yourself, while you catch your breath. Then go to the bench pressing station and using as much weight as you can without hurting yourself, do forty repetitions. Finally, I want you to return to the treadmills and jog for 30 minutes, if you can. Any questions?"
She smiled, this was no problem. She did this every night, and had just jogged enough this morning for her to be warmed up already.
She waited for as many people to finish off the treadmill and went on. She used to run track for her in-school sports competitions, and so went on for 3,000M, around 3 whole laps of a standard race track. Her record was, on the top of her memory, 10 minutes. Her lung capacity was adept and sizeable, a feature she must have possessed from genetics by her screaming father Banshee, and her heart paced regularly from repetition of action and therefore was done after her run and headed for the yoga mat.
Sue was a flexible person, and in her days in the dance studio often people stared in awe of the way Sue could contortion her body. Granted there were limits of just how much people could bend, and Sue was not a contortionist with mildly-stocky body, but she pulled through with years of practicing, almost literally. She giggled silently at her own pun.
She sat on the yoga mat, and while Dr. McCoy watched, she stretched as much as she could. She did the split, folded herself forward and arched herself backwards, all sorts of angles and folds that could be achieved from ballet dancing. She was an aficionado of dance forms, and so she joined many classes to broaden her horizon and learnt to absorb, assimilate and create dance styles that suited Sue’s style. She wasn’t impressed herself, because to her it was just warm-up.
Now came the harrowing part – the bench pressing station. Sue did her pushups and had refined muscles that were obvious in certain angles, but she was not a strong person. Her muscles were trained to handle her own weight for long duration, but she couldn’t imagine how to even hold the barbell. She pulled out the previously used weights, dropping them to the floor with a loud thud that reverberated through the gym and amplified even more by the ears. She made note to do the other side just as quickly, and put on the 50 pounds weights. 40 repetitions with 50 pounds were not impossible; she was used to doing 100 pushups every night supporting her own weight of about 130 pounds. She thought she could have pushed more, but she might have struggled around 20 with anything heavier. So she completed her 40, struggling at the last 10, and then went back to the treadmill, then back on the yoga mat.
She was exhausted, and she liked it. It was always better to feel as though you were improving, because once you were perfect there’s literally nothing to do anymore. She was at least happy that she didn’t have to do her exercise routine again tonight after just now.
Mistress Dizzy said
Kijani
That, at least, freed her mind a bit, and she sat down once it was over, hoping no one had really seen her failure.
After all that, she just sat at the top row of the bleachers, and watched the rest. She saw Kijani to her left, and happily, she ran to her and hugged her, uncaring about her own sweat to her. She waved at the new boy, with a giant grin. She immediately placed her finger to her mouth, indicating for him to keep his volume down.