Hindsight is always 20/20 theatrical_muse 459 words
Name:Michael Jacob-Francis
fandom: Original Character
Topic: Hindsight is always 20/20
Word count : 459
[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 ]
“I should have used the left hook, right?”
“No kid, you did just fine.”
“But I lost the fight,” Michael replied back as he began to unwind the sweat soaked tape from one of his hands. Into the laundry bag it went and then he went for the other tape, looking back to his trainer as they talked.
“Yes, you did,” Michael’s trainer, Buddy, replied. He had a real name - preferred Buddy so Michael never called the man anything but that.
“So, what do you think I need to work on then?” Into the laundry bag went the other tape and after wiping both hands with a towel, he inspected for bruising.
“You need to work on relaxing.”
“What, you mean like my stance, my shoulders, what,” Michael asked, placing one hand on each knee.
Buddy just stared at him. Some days, the kid was really thick. He loved him to pieces - like a son almost - but some days… “No, I mean your personal life. “
“My personal life is just fine. I eat, drink, and sleep training.”
“And that’s your problem - we need to relax your schedule just a bit.”
“But.”
“No buts, I’m shaving a half hour off your morning training, a mile off your running schedule, and an hour off your night training,
“But what if the other guy is bigger, better, stronger, won’t I need a one up on them?”
“You will, Mikey, you have talent. But you also have tunnel vision. You are too focused, if ever there were such a thing, Mikey. I don’t care how many times we go over a fight and ruminate in hindsight on how you could have done better. Think about it - I know I say crazy things like no sex before a fight, but have you ever even gone further than a kiss? Do you even try to seek out girlfriends or hell, for all I know, boyfriends? It ain’t like I care, but what do you do outside of training and work and worrying after your sister?”
Michael had no answer for that, as all that he wanted to do after training was go over last week’s fight and see where he went wrong. However, his trainer was yapping about his personal life and giving dating tips. What was this world coming to, anyway?
“Don’t hurt yourself thinking about it kid. Take the next two days off training and get outside and have fun - anything but training. I know your running path - I don’t want to catch you…”
“All right, all right already. Jeeze. I’m going.”
Buddy was probably right, but then again, Buddy was probably trying to relive his glory days through him, Michael thought as he walked outside and begin to walk, not run, home.
fandom: Original Character
Topic: Hindsight is always 20/20
Word count : 459
[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 ]
“I should have used the left hook, right?”
“No kid, you did just fine.”
“But I lost the fight,” Michael replied back as he began to unwind the sweat soaked tape from one of his hands. Into the laundry bag it went and then he went for the other tape, looking back to his trainer as they talked.
“Yes, you did,” Michael’s trainer, Buddy, replied. He had a real name - preferred Buddy so Michael never called the man anything but that.
“So, what do you think I need to work on then?” Into the laundry bag went the other tape and after wiping both hands with a towel, he inspected for bruising.
“You need to work on relaxing.”
“What, you mean like my stance, my shoulders, what,” Michael asked, placing one hand on each knee.
Buddy just stared at him. Some days, the kid was really thick. He loved him to pieces - like a son almost - but some days… “No, I mean your personal life. “
“My personal life is just fine. I eat, drink, and sleep training.”
“And that’s your problem - we need to relax your schedule just a bit.”
“But.”
“No buts, I’m shaving a half hour off your morning training, a mile off your running schedule, and an hour off your night training,
“But what if the other guy is bigger, better, stronger, won’t I need a one up on them?”
“You will, Mikey, you have talent. But you also have tunnel vision. You are too focused, if ever there were such a thing, Mikey. I don’t care how many times we go over a fight and ruminate in hindsight on how you could have done better. Think about it - I know I say crazy things like no sex before a fight, but have you ever even gone further than a kiss? Do you even try to seek out girlfriends or hell, for all I know, boyfriends? It ain’t like I care, but what do you do outside of training and work and worrying after your sister?”
Michael had no answer for that, as all that he wanted to do after training was go over last week’s fight and see where he went wrong. However, his trainer was yapping about his personal life and giving dating tips. What was this world coming to, anyway?
“Don’t hurt yourself thinking about it kid. Take the next two days off training and get outside and have fun - anything but training. I know your running path - I don’t want to catch you…”
“All right, all right already. Jeeze. I’m going.”
Buddy was probably right, but then again, Buddy was probably trying to relive his glory days through him, Michael thought as he walked outside and begin to walk, not run, home.