Post by Zip on Oct 21, 2008 19:44:02 GMT -5
Pumping his arms rhythmically, Lee breathed furiously, oxygen flowing, sweat dripping, ignoring everything around him. Veins stuck out on his biceps, his stomach tense, grunting with more and more effort as he put more weight on the dumbells he was holding.
He paused, taking a ten-second break, then continued, angry, putting out more energy. Tearing off his wife-beater, he threw it on the ground, wishing he could do the same with his pants. Instead, he just took off his studded belt, tossing it next to the now-useless tank top.
Flexing, he checked his pecs in the excersize room mirror. Not satisfactory. He jogged over to the curl-up station, working his feet under the bar that kept them in place.
Almost obsessively, he went at it, up to two hundred, before he decided to move on to something else.
And something else after that.
And after that...chin ups, V-sitting, stretching, and more curling.
After that was done, he stood, again checking himself in the mirror. Much better. When he poked his arm, it was solid, no feeling of pudge at all.
He stood, breathing heavily, spiking his hair up with sweat, rubbing himself off with some lotion. Today wasn't as good as others, but halfway decent...
As he thought this, he heard the swinging door open, and turned (rather passively) to see who it was.
He paused, taking a ten-second break, then continued, angry, putting out more energy. Tearing off his wife-beater, he threw it on the ground, wishing he could do the same with his pants. Instead, he just took off his studded belt, tossing it next to the now-useless tank top.
Flexing, he checked his pecs in the excersize room mirror. Not satisfactory. He jogged over to the curl-up station, working his feet under the bar that kept them in place.
Almost obsessively, he went at it, up to two hundred, before he decided to move on to something else.
And something else after that.
And after that...chin ups, V-sitting, stretching, and more curling.
After that was done, he stood, again checking himself in the mirror. Much better. When he poked his arm, it was solid, no feeling of pudge at all.
He stood, breathing heavily, spiking his hair up with sweat, rubbing himself off with some lotion. Today wasn't as good as others, but halfway decent...
As he thought this, he heard the swinging door open, and turned (rather passively) to see who it was.
