The Gym; Wednesday Morning.

[not_a_mused]

Cal was in the gym bright and early this morning for his workout, so that he'd have plenty of time for everything else he had to do today. Which wasn't really that much to do, but he liked to take his time with things. Hated to feel rushed. Easy come, easy go.

And, for the most part, that was how he was approaching the workout today. He actually might have thrown a few punches and kicks at the bag before heading to the weight machines. Considering, though, that the only time he'd really ever thrown a punch was two years ago and he was hit by a tractor not long after, he had no idea what he was doing, and quickly went to the bench to save himself from embarrassment if anyone came in.

[[ yup, yup, open of course! ]]