the gym; friday afternoon
The past few instances of being in the gym hadn't gone really well for Flick. But, things had changed and he didn't want to leave the island without visiting it one more time. He wasn't going full out today because he didn't feel like he really had to. He was at the heavy bag, throwing a few easy punches while he circled around said bag.
This felt a lot easier today and Flick wasn't sure if that was a change in attitude, training finally taking hold, or a combination of both. He just knew that he didn't feel the need to pulverize the bag with his fists. His knuckles thanked him.
He'd worked up a good sweat but his face wasn't screwed up in anger and pain. It was just a good, strenuous workout.
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This felt a lot easier today and Flick wasn't sure if that was a change in attitude, training finally taking hold, or a combination of both. He just knew that he didn't feel the need to pulverize the bag with his fists. His knuckles thanked him.
He'd worked up a good sweat but his face wasn't screwed up in anger and pain. It was just a good, strenuous workout.
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