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theatrical_muse
Nov. 18th, 2006 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hardhitter_njName : Michael Jacob-Francis *
fandom: Original Character
Topic: Sunrise
Word count : 321 words
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only – not for your character to use in game –unless agreed upon– which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta. The bio sheet-a work in progress and not on front page yet( will be more than just current bio page). ALL comments are considered meta- but he is available for specific in game rp -- if needed]
At 4:00 am, Michael woke up, took his shower, prayed and then took his vitamins and protein powder drink.
By 4:30 am, he was stretching, then jumping rope and then after that, he was out the door for a five-mile run that lead him to the gym at around 5:15, give or take ten minutes. Outside the gym, he’d talk up the newsstand guy as he bought bottle water and a newspaper. The newspaper; read for all of ten minutes as he ate half his energy bar and rehydrated, getting his heart rate back down a bit.
By 5:45 am, he was in the gym, putting himself through a grueling two-hour workout that his trainer put him through every weekday and sometimes on Saturday.
And at 8:15, he was cooling down, showering and then stepping out the gym doors to walk home.
That was his Fall schedule without fail and that was just the morning. It was before getting home to get ready for his first part time job of the day, cycling messages around the city. Everything that he did was geared toward training. Even his second job included some minor heavy lifting, bussing tables and washes dishes for the diner rush crowd at one of the casinos.
Why he wrote it down on a list and kept it on his person, at all times, was a mystery. He knew the schedule by heart, Michael mused as he stepped outside the gym on one of Atlantic City’s colder mornings. Halfway through his training session, he stopped, always being the one to volunteer a coffee run at the newsstand for his trainer. Of he didn’t volunteer, he’d missed seeing the sunrise over the Atlantic seaboard. There was nothing like it in his opinion and every day he was still kicking, he got to see two of God’s most beautiful creations at once.
fandom: Original Character
Topic: Sunrise
Word count : 321 words
[ooc--All posts are for player not character knowledge only – not for your character to use in game –unless agreed upon– which is ok because all replies to challenges are meta. The bio sheet-a work in progress and not on front page yet( will be more than just current bio page). ALL comments are considered meta- but he is available for specific in game rp -- if needed]
At 4:00 am, Michael woke up, took his shower, prayed and then took his vitamins and protein powder drink.
By 4:30 am, he was stretching, then jumping rope and then after that, he was out the door for a five-mile run that lead him to the gym at around 5:15, give or take ten minutes. Outside the gym, he’d talk up the newsstand guy as he bought bottle water and a newspaper. The newspaper; read for all of ten minutes as he ate half his energy bar and rehydrated, getting his heart rate back down a bit.
By 5:45 am, he was in the gym, putting himself through a grueling two-hour workout that his trainer put him through every weekday and sometimes on Saturday.
And at 8:15, he was cooling down, showering and then stepping out the gym doors to walk home.
That was his Fall schedule without fail and that was just the morning. It was before getting home to get ready for his first part time job of the day, cycling messages around the city. Everything that he did was geared toward training. Even his second job included some minor heavy lifting, bussing tables and washes dishes for the diner rush crowd at one of the casinos.
Why he wrote it down on a list and kept it on his person, at all times, was a mystery. He knew the schedule by heart, Michael mused as he stepped outside the gym on one of Atlantic City’s colder mornings. Halfway through his training session, he stopped, always being the one to volunteer a coffee run at the newsstand for his trainer. Of he didn’t volunteer, he’d missed seeing the sunrise over the Atlantic seaboard. There was nothing like it in his opinion and every day he was still kicking, he got to see two of God’s most beautiful creations at once.
